But today the priestess told me I should go to China. She’s
right (she usually is.) I should, but there’s a barrier in three parts: penury,
debt and principle. And as Spike Milligan once wrote, China’s a bloody long way!
The problem is, I’ve never been a seeker of wealth but
rather a seeker of experiences, and experiences rarely pay in any currency
other than their own. I always chose to do voluntary work in an environment which
was conducive to my nature than paid work in an environment which wasn’t. It’s
an HSP thing.
But it means that now I want the experience of witnessing
Chinese culture at first hand, I can’t have it. Isn’t that ironic?
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