As a whole, life is better if the standard of living in a holistic sense is concerned.
London took me to a journey of lifelong reflection and remembrance. It made me realise that life is for living; you dance the tango in any way you like. It's been years 3 years and 8 months since I did cha-cha on the tango. It was enlivening.
Norwich is over two hours by train. In short, it's not a real, great distance. Point A to B within Manila is worse. Life is not the dance of tango but an intermittent burst into a song. You get to see and feel the build up of spirit, body and soul to a crescendo before it reverberates a full blast melody. It could be a tune of love, hate, ambivalence or a mere feeling.
I am not saying I am happy but I am not saying I am sad either. Let's put it this way: I would remember the smallest of details like the colour of my duvet and socks and its designs. I would be able to recollect the texture and smell of fresh flowers and sun-dried clothes. I've been more aware of my heartbeat and its changes over the course of hundreds of seconds. I mean this to say that I'm more self-aware.
I have major work challenges (as we all do), relationship strain, family struggles, friendship lulls and many more. If in London, I could easily drag my kicking and screaming friends to Soho and all strifes would be doused with hard talks and a cappucino. In Norwich, I could scream my head off in the living room and the well-built double glazing of the patio door would numb it.
As a whole, life is better. I learn that external influences truly help so do with the tenacity of internal being.
