As I see it now, that initial period when I accepted in my consciousness that I could and would make my journey to the southernmost point of Eurasia, when I believed in it, when this event became real for me, this moment in time became a kind of catapult that triggered the entire subsequent course of events. And everything that fell into the trajectory of this catapult began to turn around and synchronize according to this purposeful flow of events. Including myself, when sometimes I began to have doubts, I always turned in the right direction. 

This power of the initial decision attracted the right actions at every single moment, helped me to make the right choice (as it turned out later, although it was not obvious to me at the time) in time.

On the day I planned to leave the town where I was staying, the first challenge I encountered was needing to change my transportation to the nearest railway station. A well-known online taxi service misled me by showing available cars nearby, but as I later discovered, the service didn't work in that area at all.

A traditional taxi helped out. I also see the manifestation of the Law of Attraction in the ease of changing the course of action. Because even if it may seem small, our lives are actually made up of such small events. Each of such links in my journey supported the whole big journey.

The next one was a train stop due to a power outage halfway to the airport in the Polish capital, Warsaw. The good amount of time I had came to my rescue. But—and here I make a significant pause—the decisive moment was probably the test of my strength just before boarding the plane in Warsaw for Doha, the capital of Qatar. To convey my emotions closely, I will describe this moment in more detail.

I arrived at Warsaw Chopin Airport with a few hours to spare. I spent my time working out my itinerary for the first few days in Malaysia. The boarding gate opened only an hour before the flight departed, and after a while, the flight status changed to 'boarding.'  Airport staff began checking boarding passes and documents. To say that I was unpleasantly surprised when my boarding pass failed the automatic check is an understatement. I started to panic inside (I laugh now when I think about it). The employees at the counter started asking me where I was going. And it turned out, as they said, that because I didn't have a return ticket from Malaysia, they wouldn't be able to let me on board. I was in shock. I already passed the border control. They would not let me back into Poland because my visa-free days had long since expired. There was half an hour left before the flight, fifteen minutes before the official closing of boarding. My state changed to despair. The only way to get on board was to buy a ticket from Malaysia to anywhere online. With some remnants of my sanity, I managed to choose a destination - Thailand. The Air Asia application on my smartphone stubbornly refused to proceed to the payment stage, and the employee, when I begged him to help, said that he was not authorized to do so. The minutes ticked by inexorably. I begged to be let on board, promised to buy a ticket later, but it didn't change anything. My hands were already shaking. An announcement was made that the last late passengers were invited, and I still had no result.

I made up my mind, come what may. And then I remembered the Chrome browser, which had been working for me with the least amount of errors until then. The payment process began to go through stage by stage, and again hung on the final step. I started shaking again. But at some point, I somehow abstracted myself from all the events that were happening around me and inside me and focused on finding out why the payment was not working. And I realized that I was repeatedly entering the wrong bank card pin.

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