Tarot Card Reading from that guy named Hugo

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His name was Hugo.

It may not be his real name, but that's what he introduced himself anyway.  He's a guy I met in the Urban Pub Hostel where I booked for 4 nights while staying in Kowloon.  He's hispanic, probably from Chile or Argentina. I forgot. But what I do remember was that he worked for an Advertising company in New York and was staying in Hongkong for a break from his Martial arts training in some province in China.  Yes, he was trying to master tiger style martial arts, just so he "can master something".   Surely with this background, he's nothing short of fascinating.  He has that personality that almost every one in the guest house, for the ones staying there for awhile that is, treated him as family even after only spending 11 days there.

So as I got in the hostel, I saw him and another guy squatting on the floor, and I immediately noticed a stack of  tarot cards in Hugo's hand.  He carefully laid each card with front part kissing the floor.  By then, both of them were already engrossed in the art of fate reading.  We said our his and hellos as I passed by them and went on inside my room.  After awhile, I got out, had more chats and naturally agreed to have my fortune read as soon as he offered.  I couldn't help myself.

I had to put these cards and Hugo's reading skills to the test.

We were sitting on the floor opposite each other with stacks of cards in between us.  Moments after he was flipping the cards I chose, and took a pause.

There was one card he was giving more attention to.  It has a woman with some trinkets at her feet.  He then said that I was in a middle of the transition and what that card symbolizes was everything I needed were all at my feet, all I had to do was just go for it.

It was somehow right.  The Hongkong trip was a trip not only for leisure but to test my bravery.  Bravery to turn my back on nursing and finally pursue whatever dreams I had in life.  I knew deep within that I have all that it takes to make it inn life, and I guess I was just afraid to take the plunge.  It was reassuring that the cards were in line with what I was going through.

Without giving much details, I told him he was right and explained to him as briefly as I can without getting too emotional.  He continually expressed how privileged he was having to witness someone undergoing this momentous life transition, and how he saw it as inspiring and beautiful when people head forth to the unknown.

The whole thing was a confirmation that what I'm doing was right and it felt good, and at the same time weird, because I was taking all of these feels from tarot cards, but then again, any form of reassurance is most welcome especially when I'm in a very vulnerable and empowering life transition such as this.