Half of January

We're already half way through January, It seemed like yesterday that we were counting down the start of 2023. 

I cheered myself up with a happy memory earlier in the week. I was remembering a time when I was waiting to fly to Peru to meet my extended family and arrived in the departure lounge 6 hours early because I was worried about the problems they were having with staff at the airport. I thought if my flight is cancelled, I would have a greater chance of getting another flight that day if I came early. 

I was very bored after 2 hours  and began to regret coming so early but then wandered around and saw they had a wetherspoons pub in the lounge, a proper full functioning wetherspoons pub in the departure lounge of Heathrow airport, I think it was terminal 5. I found a small table with a single seat in the corner of the pub, I ordered my favourite pub meal and refillable coffee. I must have had 3 cups. Before I left the pub, I managed to burn off 1 and a half hours of waiting time. Plus I thought to myself I could come back there if I'm still bored later.  The happiness was sitting quietly on my own and thinking nothing for a while. Just sipping coffee and being lost in the chorus of many languages being spoken all around me. Then I thought I could just sit and read for another hour. I will remember sitting in the wetherspoons in the departure lounge of the airport as a happy memory.  

What January Means to me

January 2018 was cold and dark. There were many fears about changes. People's behavior changed, people were driving aggressively. The mainstream media was portraying Brexit as a disaster. But my mind was with Jesus because I am confused. But Jesus is beautiful to me because he died for us and his love was pure.

When I was a young boy I was taken by Jehovah's witnesses to an assembly hall near Southgate close to wood green. I felt very happy being there because they were talking about the stories of the Christian bible. They would tell me About Moses and Jacob and Noah and I was with other people that had love for God. I felt like I was a part of something.

Later in life I became confused because they told me that Jesus is not the son of God but other Christian groups were saying he was. They were all saying different things. They had a different perspective of the word. Confusion runs deep, I want insight, I want the truth and light from God.

If there is any good lasting joy in this world, it would come from God. From the creator. But I ask for insight for the truth and the light.

Nothing happened in January but the mind turned and was hungry for insight. I have a hunger for knowledge.