Mittwoch, April 27, 2005

Trees shed.

The trees shed leaves for the young to grow.
It has a vague meaning but it was what I've gotten after contemplating on human frailty.
I was thinking what piece of advice I'd give at a funeral for friends or for myself eventually.
I'm sure most importantly my parents would want me to really grow up and be simply contented, happy and safe.
Social status, wealth, fame, prestige, assets are merely directional goals which we think and believe leads to eventual or temporal bliss and comfort.
I believe living life with passion, morality and loving-kindness. A peaceful and fruitful life.
Hope that's sufficient to keep me beaming and set their mind at ease.
So when they really have to go, I hope to confidently tell them to be truely at ease, I can handle it.


Don't worry.

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