Exodus

Over the past several years, I’ve been completely out of some feeling of, something like kinda affection; I think I am definitely the type of person whom would like to decorate the cabinet, belong to myself, so cozy, so level-headed. Yes, I’ve done. And no any more extra expectation to plead for God can award me. I know it exactly, that doesn’t mean isolate outer, but stand aloof from the worldly affairs, for all I care. Put another way, something like exodus, exile myself willingly. Protect well not being spotted.

Can’t get the ability to discern what are right and what not, I am still contributing with all I have. I’d like to convince myself in existence of truth, beauty and love, in raison d’etre I trust.purely.

Why?

At the very beginning, you find one creek, so beautiful, you overhear one story, so touching, and you run into a pet, so adorable, you find a people, so dependable, you want to get the most out of these series. So you walk down to the aisle to find out the headstream of the creek, you got the sewage finally, you are disappointed. You inquiry about the master of the story then you found out they totally compiled the fictitious to attract your eyes, you are dismayed. You plan to pick the pet up and cuddle to you house, however the host come and recall it, it is despairing. You want to devote you to marriage the people you felt dependable, nevertheless, he/she betray you with a dears know deceit. Eventually, you are really exhausted.

So, what should you do then? Do you want to be flagged? No, you are still hungry for love and to be loved no matter how many times you are deceived. All of the dissimilarity compare to before that you are gingerly with great care, as you know protect yourself should be esteemed as the top priority, you become clever since after.

You know it is impossible for something you desire with all the traits of impeccability, so you prefer to pretend all of them are perfect, as the saying goes, living is easy when closed your eyes. Is that correct, ok just pretend it never will let you down.

Anyway, life shouldn’t be that complicated.

My 26th BD

The dark suit is impeccable, the hair conservatively cut, the shoes a refined statement of solidity, plus this nice CASIO wristwatch, perfect accomplishment. Hi there, I am happy, for my 26^th BD.

A new command

“This is a new command, to love one another as I loved you” --Jesu.

The last preach, the master delivered to his fellows when he knew the non escaped finality of being nailed upon the cross by Judas, no regret, there is also his new order that others should have been compliance with. On behalf the God, he would like to make this last negotiation with his untaught and rude people, he loved them with all his heart and all his soul, they took a great lots of measures to punish even banish him, already transcend over betraying . The Prophet had no effort to foresee the fate in front, but give an evil and guilt free aisle to lead to compassioning, patience and kind.

Forgive, if you couldn’t. 

I do not know the precise circumstances under which he gave up his life. I do not know if it was willingly or not. But he did give up his life because of his obedience. Therefore, I see that from the very beginning man has been faced with the two paths that we have been consistently talking about: the path of light and the path of darkness. Those on the path of light are learning the lesson of self- sacrifice. The end is life. Those on the path of darkness are learning the lesson of self-gratification and envy. The end is death.). Although it is true principles, I’ve still been being of timidity and overwhelmed over this journey of longing for and looking for this light path, standing around the right threshold of the gate, chilly increasingly as if I was slipping into another path. Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that I’ve chosen my way, let it go please if you’ve determined as well.

Smile on road, toward to every newborn sun shine, which slip across the seam of cloudy lazily, reluctant to show off her radiant rosy cheeks, just like reluctant to forget of that reminiscence and forgive that foolish behavior. Still smile on road, still get stuck in the way.

I tried to follow the forerunner’s footstep and bear his words in deeper mind consciously. Love another sincerely and purely and non-selfishly and consistently, and perpetually. I will never be surprised if the world hate me and I will never regret and never be afraid to see the back of them if they choose to leave me again. It is not meant that I am becoming of more braveness and courage ever after, but just not willing to hide something any more, unravel it may be better, expose the drawbacks and faultiness prior to get into further intimate. Probably in the sate of those sincerities, noting unbeatable.

PS: different way my head turned to, please note.

Touch

“You receive through the same doorway through which you give. The way to receive freely is to give freely. Quality is more important than quantity, since the universe amplifies thought into circumstance. Begin giving, and let God perfect your giving.” ~ Brad Jensen

Urbanism is the life way which modern people pursue all day long, after almost one year social experience accumulate ever since graduated, I can’t find what other people around taught me more than what I think who I am. I am not a courage enough guy to face up it not because touchable difficulties but inner timidity, being in fears of imagination, afraid of helpless, and despair which come down my mindset.

It remind me a interview happened on valentine's day two weeks ago when I backed to home, one Briton hold onto a conversation with Andy at my home with a topic of, concerning love, what are the difference between east Asia people and westerns, how the hell could I tell that intelligent question on that certain meaningful day coupled with three years meditation? Yes, I am alone I admit, but I was happy or not anything made me upset for sure however, all changed right after being posted that great question.

I don’t know exactly, some removed and remote stories occurred to me and ushered into my heart all at once, bogged up everything, I was not happy. I answered after a short hesitation; the main difference may be, probably, some Chinese guys are willing to find a way to express themselves more humidity, more indirectly, that doesn’t mean they are afraid of telling someone he love her, but it will be better to sprayed and received the signals via a tacit understanding path, they can contribute and give all they have to their love if they determined unwaveringly, in that case, they may also pushed hastily and heavily, more give more receive, give first and then love followed certainly.

But, unfortunately they are wrong or at least I am wrong, the gal you loved is not only the one you loved but also the one as a independent individual, they have their own feeling, and they make their own choice with or without you, anyone should have been owned their willingness to live. You love her, so you want to dominate and control her to live as the way you think she should adopt, since you love her, you give more but care less, you don’t know what they are thinking about exactly, you don’t know how to continue but grumble, what’s up with…? You are always annoying, you can’t find the reason why give not equal to receive. So you lose out you love, as you’d cut the wings of your love, you drained out the water of your love, you deprived the right of she love you. So to speak, you are sincerely facing the music, but you are idiot indeed.

Snuggled into the seat of shuttle bus near the corner, not being found, the burst of the cold air, through windows, refreshed my mind, this is one afternoon of working day, escaped from office and made me immersed into the crowd, vehicles, up and down.

about snow

It is still not so late for the citizens to share the amazing snowflake firstly this year. Looks seem as a gentle reminder to us that they are coming even a little bite postponement, but still white enough, pretty enough, chaste enough. Yep, like a kid’s puppy palm touching your cheeks with its instinct chill but cozy later. They are belonging to the paradise but now here to decorate the withered winter and to water the drought city with all of their love. Drift and scatter everywhere, touch it and then kiss it with their fragrance. They seem not willing to ramble over for a long time at one place, flying to another corner, seamless the world, skipping away without noting once in a while, they are fairy, dancing gracefully, mock at the rushing crowds passing by, induce or lure, attractive, appealing, charming, moving, they just go head, looking for their soul mate unremittingly, they know where they want to go definitely, they know it is dangerous journey in the times of adventure permeating, they are desire to show a secret which can’t be spoken out before, it is a secret they’d like to share with the one who know them from inner only. They whisper to me, tell me the truth, ask me to continue, don’t be of timidity, don’t be shame, don’t be afraid since they go along always.

“Why is it so cold this winter?”

“Because of snowing”

“Let’s pile up a snowman?”

“Fine, then warm him with my red scarf, he won’t feel cold so”

I bet that all my memorable stories happened to be the period filled with snow, from classroom to dorm, canteen to library, park to lake, mathematics to economics, optimism to pessimism, prospectively to despairingly, happiness to madness, yesterday to tomorrow, reunite to re-departure, trust to betray, friend to opponent, lover to stranger all of the scenes should be storage on the shelf, unexpectedly, the snow let them go everywhere and spill out of my mind. It is not the murder of snow-self, since they are not the same crystal any more. Contrary to the day before long long ago, when we are rosy cheeks, red lips, and supple knees, we play in the snow, sprayed and shot the snowball to anyone in front of us, we are happy and certainly that will imprint in my memory until next snowy day, for what, for their white, prettiness and chasteness.

Love and its story

A girl and a boy were on motorcycle, speeding through the night. They love each other a lot.

Girl: “Dear, slow down, I am so scared.”

Boy:” No, it is fun”

Girl: “please, it is terrible”

Boy: “Then, say you love me”

Girl:”Ok, fine, I love you, could you slow down now?”

Boy: “Give me a big hug”

The girl gave him a big hug.

Girl:” Now, could you slow down? Dear”

Boy: “please take off my helmet and put it on, it is uncomfortable and bothering me while driving”

Next day, the newspaper reported that a motorcycle crushed into a building, because the brakes were damage, two persons on the motorcycle, of which one died, another had survived. That guy knew the brakes not work at that time but he was not willing to tell the girl since he knew that would make her scary. So at last he got the answer that she loved him and a big hug from her, and then the girl survived, he died.

Once in a while, right in the middle of our life, love always gives us a fairy tale.

May be the above is only a story which wants to lesson us the true meaning of love, you guys can assume it as a joke only, but do you always pursue for love? If so, what is the true love after all?

On the occasion of her birthday yesterday, LS told me lots of feeling which she esteemed as principles of how you hunt for love and being loved simultaneously.

I love you not because who you are, just because who I am when I am with you. No man or woman is worth your tears, the one who is won’t make you cry. The worst thing to miss someone is beside them knowing you can’t have them. Not frown, because you are not for sure who is falling in love with your smiles. To the world, you may be the one person, but to one person you may be the whole world. Just because someone doesn’t love you as the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with all they have.

You’d better for sure that whether she is the Ms right when you come across, don’t be exposure so much before you know her well, if not, all the actions you take will scare her away. It make no sense that still waste time on the one who is not willing to waste time on you. We are not as young as we think previously, we can’t make us entrenched by a certain coincident feeling at once, that may be just illusion float upon the sea.

PS: May be God wants us to meet the so many wrong person before meet the right one, and finally when you get them, you would have learned to being grateful. Don’t cry because it is over, smile since it happened.

Live in the moment

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic version, we are on a long trip that spans mountains.

We are traveling on the train. Out windows, we drink by the passing scene of car on the nearby highway, of cattle grazing on the distant hillside, of children waving on the crossing, of smoke pouring from the power plant, of row upon of corn and wheat, of mountains and rolling hillside, of city skylines and village halls.

But uppermost in our mind is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull ourselves into the station, bands will be playing and flags waving, once we get there, so many of wonderful dream will come true, and pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes for loitering and waiting, waiting for the next station.

“When we reach the final station that will be it”

“When I left home and boarded on the train for study at the first time”

“When I encountered to my first love”

“When I graduated from college”

“When I got my first job and a promotion later”

And so,

“When could I afford to a new 450SL Mercedes Benz?”

“When could I pay off the mortgage?”

“When could I put my last children through the college?”

“When I reach the age of retirement I should live happily ever after”

However, the point is that how many hours still belong to me after all, at that time?

Sooner or later, we will recognize that it is no station; it is no place for arrival at once and for all, the true joy of life is on the trip, the so called station is only a dream, it constantly outdistances us.

It is not the burden today that drives man mad, it is the regret over yesterday and fear of tomorrow, regret and fear are two twin thieves that rub us of today.

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles, instead climbing more mountains, swimming more river, go barefoot more often, eat more ice and corn, smile more and cry less, the life should be lived as we go along.

CLARITY CREATES SIMPLICITY

Most of us have to-do lists. Many of us have long terms goals. Few of us have a list of how we actually want to feel in our life. Yep, it is also the parts of integrity.

And aren’t feelings the whole point? The income, the relationship, the hot body’, the high thread count cotton sheets - everything on our to-do, to-get, to-experience lists all drive back to the feelings that we crave … connected, comfort, powerful, rich in love and cash, beauty, vitality, useful, calm.

And so it goes that a solid make-it-happen strategy should be grounded in the awareness of how you want to feel. It’s the elemental point that most action plans and goal setting systems overlooked. Each feeling is a beacon that attracts a reality. Love attracts love. Gratitude attracts more reasons to be grateful. Generosity creates a generous response. What we focus on expands. So choosing to focus on feelings that, well, feel good, is a sure way to create the experience you want.

The last night of lunar New Year, refuse putting my ass on the shuttle bus and rash to move, I rambled around on the road, lonely. It definitely is a beautiful night; I can’t find a certain position to fix my eye, flashing flame and blazing firecrackers blasted everywhere, even the tiny corner has been crowded with exciting guys, children, adult, elders, it is the fireworks light the flowery night piece, it is the passion intrigue the whole city’s dream. So fantastic it is, you can’t hear, can’t breath, even you dare to move, you have a deeply feeling that where I am, the war field, if not why I hear tens of thousands cannon-shot explosive, am I being injured? Are the aliens attacking the city? Devastated, plague, nuclear weapons, death toll, running through the whole city, I just funned myself and keeping move along the North Fourth Ring station by station. Suddenly, most of the similar scenes occur to me as if the feeling was hanged out to so many years ago by a time machine, I saw the mirth, the moon again. As Echo said, the same moon, the same splashing flame probably,

When you’re clear on how you want to feel, you can be open to what life wants to give you. You’ll be anchored to the function, rather than the form. And this is really the essence of simplified living - a focus on what matters most. The house, the partner, the job may not “look” like you wanted, or come when you expected, but if something or someone generates the positive feelings you’ve been longing for, you’ll be able to let that good stuff into your life.

When you’re clear on how you want to feel you instinctively know what to say yes to, and when to say, “no, thank you.” And that’s the best feeling in the world.

Spring point

At the very beginning of the ox year, today you can dubbed it as the initial point of one year, also means the first day for guys to pursuit again. They come back, with tremendous chores that will fill with the road, the office, and of course the dream. I am the one of them unfortunately but excitingly.

Dear, you are just requested to pray for them with your pure consciousness and compassion. They all cherish the dream a bunch of time even looks like a lot more differences however, they are beauty. No one really wants to leave behind the flow, farewell with wife, children, and elders; they are on road which even doesn’t for sure to lead where. May be they are gonna back again with a scattered and tatters in dream one year later, now at least they are happy.

Feb in Beijing is still cold, but the first sign of spring can be observed at somewhere of this city. As a saying goes that the time to plan for a year is in spring. Every morning, jogging on the road with some older couple making exercises, pavement between the lobbies are lots of mirth. Do you have want to plot this meaningful year at this initial point? Yes, of course, you may assume with lots of wills permeating romantic senses, you may also desire to imagine a miraculous encounter after a whole day hard work when you ramble around, you may long for being irrigated with the lake water suffuse millenarian loves, you may be clutched and don’t want to move again by attacking from even a abloom tranquil peach blossom. How could that possibly be if you can put your body in the cement jungle hustle and bustle without a periodical ease. You need it; me too, because by taking this can refresh our mind and soul. To keep a lived high spirit is the key point to ensure this yearly transition, just do it, no more hesitation needed, it is your dream, that is matter, dare to make it, dare to make it out. You guys, cheers here for the feat come in soon.

Drip & ocean

When you work at something day in and day out, you achieve huge positive change in your life. If you don’t stick to it, your results can be disappointing. No amount of “blitzing” a series of workouts, “cramming” for exams, or “crash dieting” will get you the results that the Power of Gradual can.

Try this as an experiment. Make a tap leak ever so slightly—maybe a drop every half minute or so. Put an empty bucket below it. Now, go on with your day. Forget about the tap. Actually, I don’t need to tell you to forget the tap. You just will. Sometime later, stroll by the bucket. Holy heck! There’s a lot of water in there. It might even be overflowing (the author will not be held responsible …). That’s the Power of Gradual. It’s the effect of a small thing happening over and over (and over) again.

Compound interest is all about the Power of Gradual. It turns out that there is a fairly easy way to accumulate a comparatively large amount of money. It’s slow, but it works. Put as much money as you can manage into a compound interest account. The earlier the better, so do it right now. Make regular deposits into the account. Don’t look at the account. Make the deposits automatic so you don’t have to think about it. Before you know it, it’s time to retire. Look at the account balance. Holy guacamole, you’re rich!

I see the Power of Gradual in my writing too. I write every working day for two hours or so. Sometimes, especially when I’m writing a first draft, the two hours feels wasted because I’ve been doing the literary equivalent of babbling. I return to the piece the next day and rework it. I rework it the next day. Sometimes I don’t even know where it’s going for a few days. All of “sudden”, it comes together. Of course, there’s no “sudden” about it. It’s the Power of Gradual.

The Power of Gradual works because, quite simply, little things add up to a big thing if you have enough little things. Given enough time, the steady drip-drop of water becomes an ocean. Given enough time, small regular deposits become a small fortune. Given enough time, steady work at my awful first drafts yields a passable final draft.

But here’s the thing. We tend to be surprised by the Power of Gradual. We’re shocked at the amount of water in the bucket, at the size of our bank account, at the beauty of our writing.

That’s because we pay a lot of attention to the immediate, the big, the splashy. Examples abound. We notice the person on television who apparently lost thirty pounds in three weeks. We pay less attention to our next-door neighbor. She’s been steadily losing three pounds per month for the last year and a half (54 pounds!). We weep at the death of our favorite actor or a recent airplane crash, but we are casually indifferent to the increasingly worrying news about the AIDS pandemic in Africa. We admire a beautiful sentence and forget the hours of slogging it took to get it just-so.

Let us be mindful of this tendency of ours. If we allow ourselves to be distracted by the immediate, big, and splashy, we’ll forget about the Power of Gradual. We’ll cram for the exam the night before instead of reading the text for an hour every day. We’ll go for a big run every week instead of three or four small runs throughout the week. We’ll forget about the effects of eating the same fatty breakfast sandwich every morning …

Remember the Power of Gradual. Remember it in your dark moments when the weight isn’t coming off, when you’re poor, or when you can’t think of a way to write something down. Relax. Keep going. It will come.

Wishes for Christmas and New Year 2009

Dear friends Colleagues, Partners!

I hope that this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. For those in the southern hemisphere I hope that the heat is bearable, and for those in the northern hemisphere I hope that you manage feel warmth despite the cold.

The holiday season offers us a special opportunity to extend our personal thanks to our friends, and our very best wishes for the future.

And so it is that we now gather together and wish to you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. We consider you a good friend and extend our wishes for good health and good cheer.

It is people like you who make being in business such a pleasure all year long. Our business is a source of pride to us, and with customers like you, we find going to work each day a rewarding experience.

We tip our glasses to you. Thanks again for a wonderful year.

Special for you, white321

“How much do I hope could pop up with you at the turning corner? No rush but naturally back up with you at one side. Cold now, yet where are you? Please grasp my hand and no frigid any more. Don’t you see I am crying? ”

Come across this fragile sensitivity and it is such a similar savvy emotion puts a sparkle in my eyes. I can’t address a decent answer in that I put in a call to God when God get on the phone. I ask God why woman cry always.

The saying of God as:

“I made women who had to be something special”

“I gave her the strength on the way to find out her happiness; I gave her the hardness allows her to keep going when everybody else gives up and takes care about her family from fatigue and sickness without complaining; I gave her strength to carry his husband from faults and made her from one of his rib to protect his heart; I gave her wisdom to let her know that a good husband never hurts his wife and sometimes tests her strength and resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly; I gave her inner confidence to let her endure the panics more than often; I made her shoulder strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort; I gave her sensitivity to love her husband and kid under any and all circumstances; I gave her the tear to shed, it is hers exclusively whenever it is needed. ”

I belong to that classification people that prone to be moved with a certain inner feeling dictatorial but strong and overwhelming governed my heart all at once. I thought about her and her tear while on the way home with crowds gathered in the shuttle bus. Can’t swipe out just hither and thither.

PS: Made the heart as a ferry however, no boat near close to yet.