Budapest to Prague

The ticket I purchased Friday night for Saturday travel from Budapest to Prague, turned out only to be the reservation for my sleeping compartment bed, not actually the ticket for the train. The price for the bed/ticket, only about $25 USD, seemed a bit too good for an overnight first class train ticket so I showed it to Istvan at the guesthouse in Budapest, and together, he and his boss, decided that I should go back to the trainstation to inquire further. I did this Saturday morning. Sure enough, the new woman working at the ticket counter laughed, then sold me the ticket for the train. Not sure what good a bed without the train would be, but hey, who am I to judge their system?

Saying goodbye to Budapest proved more difficult than I had expected. I had grown attached to the city, her people and food. Thus, the walk (I opted against public transit this time) provided some quiet time for reflection. My mind raced with thoughts of moral relativism. That there really was no such thing as right and wrong. There just is movement and evolution - there just is! (No wonder some parents don't want their kids to travel throughout Europe - when free to think, the mind sometimes wanders in a multitude of directions.). Someone's right is always someone else's wrong and visa versa. Therefore, it forces me to accept that there just is - neither the thing and its opposite at exactly the same time. Neither and both, its opposite, however turn out to be more than just the combination of the two, for example of wrong and right. It is closer to say that the truth rests somewhere in the absence of either. The concept of right and wrong (an extrinsic control over the judgement of your moral thought process and ultimately your actions) falls away when your release the concept of bipolarity, or opposites, from your thinking mind. Freedome to live your life follows. Others may still judge your actions, but that is because they still operate within the old paradigm of thought - their minds still intent upon casting a thing, action, belief, etc into a category (or its opposite) instead of just accepting it as is without judgement/category. Accepting what is without judgement on this trip, opening myself to the richness of another culture, certainly has reduced my internal angst (and hopefully my blood pressure).