This Was Never About Believing in Anything
There was a point where I hesitated to even talk about weton openly. Not because I didn’t find it meaningful, but because of how quickly it gets misunderstood. The moment something is associated with tradition, especially something rooted in Javanese cosmology , it tends to fall into two extremes—people either accept it without question or dismiss it entirely. I didn’t fully relate to either of those positions. I wasn’t looking for something to believe in, and I wasn’t trying to replace one system with another. What I was drawn to felt much simpler than that, even if it was harder to explain at the time. It was the sense that there was a pattern underneath things that didn’t quite make sense on the surface, something that kept repeating quietly without needing to be named. Long before I understood any of this in a structured way, it showed up through small observations. Certain days felt easier to move through, even when nothing special was happening, while others felt heavier ...
