回歸自然 堅持真理的探險

有陽光的地方就會有陰影，

有快樂的結局就會有悲傷的一群，

有勝利的喜悅就有一方失敗。

這就是人生不變的定義，

當你更透徹戲看這世界，

沒有什麼可以影響自己，

表象的勝、成功、贏、

也沒有這麼重要了。

而重要的是，

你活在世上能夠影響多少人，

能夠幫助多少人，

能傳遞多少真理，

能改變多少前人累積下來的遺憾。

生命總會找到出路。

就讓時間帶領自己走到該去的地方吧。

持續探討這宇宙的神秘以變成我的真理，

不後悔，反而更堅強。

堅持下去，

事實真相就在下一出口

7-11旁邊 - 

Rude Awakening

Vivid dreams she finds reality.

Don't wake her up,
She's not ready.

Patience, patience, patience.

She will turn around when she is ready.

What else can we do except hope for the best?

What else could we do except to be her safe haven,
Her resting spot for her soul?

Don't let go.

Patience.

No Sky-Divers enjoys falling face flat on the Ground.

She prefers suffocating in thin air until she could take no more; than
a rude awakening.

Who are we to judge her sanity, when we ourselves don't fall in the normal range.

It's hard,

But would you rather be part of the solution, or even more of her problems?

Patience.

She will turn around,
whenever she is ready.

Safety

The water stream cradles the child,
and the Child loved the water stream.

"It's okay to move on."
Says the water.

Sometimes we need that reassurance.

The sense of belonging is so important
to the child,
He dreams in water streams.

Floating, Splashing, Diving,
He and the water becomes one.

No awareness. No consciousness.

The water is clean and fresh,
So is the Child's body.

A soul looking upon the Ocean.

"Keep going. It's fine."
Says the water.

There is no letting go.

Try Everything

It's 12:35am in the morning and I can't wait until I fly.

It might sound cliche right now to say:

"I'm like a bird, I wanna fly away."

But judging by how often I don't sleep.

I'm probably an owl that like to keep my eyes open in the dark.

But no, I do wanna fly away.

Clock is ticking, and very soon I will be flying to Portland, Oregon.

I still remember how my first boyfriend used to say how beautiful it is down there.

I believe him.
And Years since our break up, now it's officially time for a visit.

Now let me and my friend Li embark on a whole new journey of mutual trust, and wilderness survival.

 

Say "Cheese" Brooklyn.

Sleep-Cooking

It's 2am in the morning.

I figured writing profusely about Trump, Stock Market Crash, and nuclear weapons probably doesn't do my insomnia any good.
Usually I opt for the good karma route and practice the arts of posting adorable animal and inspirational athlete videos on Facebook.

Tonight's one of those nights where I couldn't sleep, and decides to cook something.
Well I'm not entirely hungry.

It's one of those nights when the process of doing the work is more fulfilling then the outcome.
I just want to occupy those empty time spaces in between daydreams and overthinking.

I find tremendous amounts of satisfaction in listening to the sizzling sound of [vegan] chicken breast grilling on the pan. While at the same time hypothesizing myself into feeling good that I am not hurting any animals through this process.

I salivate at the thought of soy meat while boiling potatoes, all to put them in the fridge when I'm done.
While my saliva says otherwise,
I am not hungry at all.

"You could paint"
"You could call a friend"
"You could go catch pokemon"

Random thoughts.
I really just want to cook.

Let the others catch 'em all.