God's replies are stylish: Master Tempu and the Maori people.

In life, there are times when you sprint at full speed and crash into a wall,
flip over from the momentum, land on your bottom,
and end up holding your head in your hands.

"God, isn't this a bit of a casting error?"
"What am I supposed to do with this?"

I look up at the sky and beg for a sign.
The phase where I could handle things on my own has long since passed,
and the only card left is to dump everything on God—a move known as 'leaving it to the divine'.

A few days ago, my heart felt as heavy as if I had swallowed a pickling stone.
On my schedule were the words 'Palliative Care'.
It was a term I had never even heard before.

The questions the doctor threw at me in the exam room were all tricky.
If there were someone who could answer immediately, 'In the worst-case scenario, what would you like to do?',
they would have to be a professional philosopher or something.
At times, the doctor's voice sounded like background music playing from far away.

However, this is where a 'woman with good timing'
shows her worth.

God is surprisingly stylish when it comes to scheduling.
He had prepared a reward for me right after this heavy appointment.
A friend I used to do a podcast with came to visit from Arizona.

To tell the truth, our reunion was scheduled for the 'day before'.
But due to God's intervention (?) in the form of bad weather,
she arrived a day late. As a result, my shattered heart
was beautifully repaired by her machine-gun-like chatter.
That night, with a surprisingly calm heart, I slept like a log until 5 a.m.

The next morning, when I opened my smartphone, there were even more 'responses from God'
lined up.

The first thing that caught my eye was a video of Master Tempu Nakamura. The title was blunt:
"Illness comes from the mind." A legend who returned from the brink of death
shouts through the screen, "Leave illness alone!"

Dropping a message that hits the mark for me at this very moment out of the many Tempu philosophies available,
it was a nice play by God using the YouTube algorithm.

And the clincher was a video that somehow appeared
of the New Zealand traditional dance, the 'Haka'.
I don't remember searching for it recently, so why now are these muscular men opening their eyes wide,
sticking out their tongues, and roaring the roar of life?
But the moment I saw it, my soul trembled.

"This is it."

The friend's visit, Master Tempu's scolding, and the Maori people's cry of the soul,
were all, in response to my 'What should I do?',
direct emails from God.

According to the data from the human experiment called life,
it seems I don't need to fight alone. Invisible help,
visible friends and family, and even the support of those intense men on the screen,
are always there as my backup.

The essence of Tempu philosophy is 'gratitude and positivity'.
I'll dump all my worries onto God,
and I will just focus on burning my life force.

So, today, with the vitality of a Maori warrior,
I will start by enjoying the coffee in front of me with all my might.
Because my best is right here today.

After leaving it to God,
I will keep an open heart
to receive the answer.