Sweetie,
how are you? I hope you had a relaxing weekend.
I am busy as usual. I notice that people at our age appeare to be busy most of the time. For those who are not as busy as we are, a good proportion of them seem to feel life is boring and sense a lack of challenges. Life is full of trade-off, isn't it?
I thought Fish got married at my age last year. She, however, once said to me that she envied my freedom. Sometimes I wonder, “What exactly will make me happy without worrying about losing it?” By accident, I heard of a song called “C.S. Lewis Song.” C.S. Lewis is a great popular writer among Christians. Even I agree with some of his points of view. Brooke Fraser is a singer I don't know much about, but i certainly enjoy her voice and music.
Money or fame or friendships will die out eventually. What am I really longing? A conversation between Major, a friend from graduate school in TW, was imprinted in my mind since six or seven years ago. “I don't want to change the world. That's too huge and I know I am not the material. I just want to help people around me to be happy.” How simple? It turns out that life can be this simple. The young shepherd in The Alchemist toured a long way to find his destiny was actually right by the mountain in his hometown. The journey, however, is necessary. We all need to go through our own path to refine the meaning of our lives.
My friend who studies at Michigan one day asked me, “who cares about my findings?” He has a big heart to change the world. I admire his ambition. But I am not that material. I just want to live a peaceful and joyful life and help people around me, strangers or beloved ones, and try my best to forgive people who offend(-ed) me, and try to make up for people whom I disappoint(ed). As Fraser sings in the song, “Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it.”
Life is also a very strange thing. The more we love, the higher probability that we'll get hurt. As human beings, we cannot help but loving, offering our deep affections. That's who we are, what we are made for. I hope, when my time comes, I'd be able to say, “I had run my race, I had fought a good fight. Now, I may rest at peace.” Until then, I'll strive to live for whom I am made to be.
Hugs,
Tao
song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wo-e2BjICCY
lyrics: "C.S. Lewis Song"
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the felsh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared
[CHORUS]
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
[CHORUS]
[BRIDGE]
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know You
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming for me
