Humans dream - that’s one of the things that set us apart from other animals. We aspire to be great, or go somewhere wonderful, or do something amazing. Then we age, we experience setbacks, we become jaded, we give up, and resign ourselves to living a life deemed worthy by others. That’s all fine… except when we are not truly happy.
That’s how I was before until… I decided not to be.
Now, there’s nothing wrong with living a life that is socially accepted and endorsed by others. If one is completely happy, that is wonderful. The problem is that many people think there is no other way around it – they must live this way because they can’t achieve their dreams. This article really says something about having faith in yourself and your own wisdom. There’s a saying in Chinese “三歲定八十” (how you are when you are 80 is already determined by the time you are three). While that may sound a bit bleak, take heart – it does not mean that your life is set in stone before you have conscious memory of who you are. It just means that your fundamental personality is usually set when you’re still very young. Though that does not mean you cannot change it with events that happen in your life. It means that when you’re really young, you have more clarity to see what you truly want, before all the worldly conventions change your mind.
Looking back to the articles that I wrote when I first started this blog, back to when I haven’t found my way (and the ups and downs of nomadic life), it’s rather a huge change compared to now, something that many of my closest and longest friends have noticed as well. This is the final installment of the Finding Destiny Series, because I have found my Destiny: The Teacher and Mediator. Hereon I am going to write a series about lessons I have learned in life and explain them through my personal experiences. And the journey continues.
The time has come: It is time to end Notes of a Desolate Libra.
This doesn't mean that I'm going to stop writing my blog or that there'll be an earthshaking change to the content. It'll still be an odd mix of the cocktail of interests I have as well as accounts of my odd journey through life and the lessons learned. It's just the name that will be changed.
The change was actually way overdue. I'm still a Libra of course, but I don't think anyone (including myself) will refer to me as "desolate" anymore. So the name of the blog no longer reflected who I was in my life path, and this had been true for over a year.
SO! Despite that I still love the book Notes of a Desolate Man, from which the original name of this blog was derived (I'm sure no one knew or cared :p), I don't think it's appropriate to hold on to something simply because it represented me at one point in my life.
We all have to grow, and we all have to walk our path. The new name of this blog is "Walking the Dao." This is a pun (yes, it's intended) on the word Dao, which means "the [Natural] Way [of the Universe]" or literally just "a path." I am not sure what I will find on my personal path of the Dao, but I'll try to enjoy every single moment of it. And you should too.
And for those of you who would like to follow me (for whatever reason), my RSS feeds have changed over the years due to my moving my blog around. If you still wish to follow me, just set your RSS feed to download from aka-c.com, because I don't plan on changing my domain.
There are four Suits in Tarot: Swords, Wands, Cups, and Pentacles. They represent four aspects of the human experience, or four different types of people. Of course, they mean different things to different people, especially to a myriad of students of the Mystic arts. In my own life, they are four states that can really be applied to becoming a better person. Below are only my interpretations of the four Suits, colored by and spoken from my personal experiences.
Clarity of Mind (Swords) –Swords stand for rational thought, intelligence, cognitive skills, etc., all powers of the mind. Often Swords rely too much on their brains and overthink everything, consequently driving themselves into endless mental traps. Thus, the Suit starts with pure mental power/energy, and ends with despair driven by illusions created by the mind. The lesson this suit teaches is that the mind is powerful, but the power must be yielded when one’s mind is Clear. Only with clarity can the power of the mind be unleashed. Clarity comes from keeping focused on one’s goal. There do not have to be many goals, but each goal should be something meaningful to the individual’s core, not just a superficial temporary need. Clarity of mind means the ability for one to distinguish the truly important, fulfilling goals from the ones that are mere distractions.
Purity of Heart (Cups) – Cups are emotional, romantic, and always driven by the Heart. However, our easily influenced Hearts can be deceiving (or deceived) and lead us astray. Once emotions overpower everything else, we become jealous, angry, resentful, a mishmash of various unpleasant feelings. What can save one from this fall from grace is keeping one’s Heart pure - do everything with good intention, and remember that kindness and love are the best solution and remedy. Purity means safeguarding the child inside us. It keeps everything fresh, interesting, and innocent. Give absolute trust, and repay betrayal with forgetting (not forgiving, because that means you still keep it in your mind). Purity of Heart is the hardest to come by in life because so many of us are taught to put up a façade to keep from getting hurt. Getting hurt is very human, and pain is always a better teacher than comfort. If you keep the Purity in you, you will overcome all the pain you may encounter.
Strength of Will (Wands) – Wands are the go-getters, doers, builders, etc. They know that they must build everything with their own hands, and that as long as they have the will to do it and keep doing it, they will succeed at doing whatever they want. It doesn’t just mean the physical ability to accomplish something, but also the proper mindset. If one wishes to accomplish something, one must have the mental strength, or power of Will to drive oneself forward. Sometimes we are left only with our Will to lead us, because everything else has fallen apart. Without this intrinsic engine to drive forward, we’ll become stagnant, and complacent, and not be able to accomplish any of our goals.
Health of Body (Pentacles) – Pentacles refer to all the worldly comforts that we can possess. People (especially in their youth) expense so much energy and time pursuing material comforts that they tend to forget that no matter how talented, beautiful, wonderfully successful they are… they cannot enjoy anything if they do not have a healthy body. I’ve often heard my professors say that there are many people who come into their clinics, mostly male in their 40-50’s who have spent their earlier years working 70+ hour weeks to build a “good life,” especially to make sure that everything is provided for in old age. And now before they reach that “old age,” they are hit with various health issues that make it impossible for them to enjoy life. Is the tradeoff worth it? People sometimes are short-sighted. And we’re always taught to enjoy the present, so people may live as if there’s no tomorrow. However, it is possible to live happily with limited resources, because the richest person does not necessarily have the most material goods, but is one who can recognize and appreciate the immaterial goods that they already have.
Now comes the question of whether or not one can truly achieve the four things listed above, some of which contradict/conflict with each other. The truth is, even if one has one of the elements above, one has probably already gone further than the rest of his/her cohort. It’s impossible to achieve all of the above. After all, we’re only human, each with our humanly faults. I am not able to do it all either, but at least I have a guide/benchmark for what I’m striving toward. And all I can hope for is I have a good balance of all of the above. I’ve always relied too much on the power of the mind (part of my Swordiness) and ignored the Heart. I’m currently having lots of trouble integrating the different aspects of life experience, but at least I am aware of the reason behind it. There are people who start from the opposite end and have an equally difficult time. I know some people with sheer Purity of Heart, and I really do admire these people. It’s difficult to put oneself in the most vulnerable position (if you love all the way all the time, that means you always put yourself in a position to get hurt). However, they are also very lucky, because allow themselves to grow with the power of the Heart.
We all have our different paths; it’s important to remember that the journey is the most important, because we may never reach our destination.
很久以前,我曾經翻譯過12句據説會讓人心疼的話。沒有經歷過那些心痛情景的人,或許不能理解。但是我卻認爲,只要你有靈性悟性,你並不用經歷世間所有的悲痛也可以了解到這些悲痛所帶來的傷害以及成長。此時,看到別人訝異的悲歡離合,我只剩下會心一笑。
我是一個矛盾的人。我絕對相信命運,但是我也絕對相信個人的力量。就算命運如此,在一件事情發生之後你如何對待它,其實是凴你自己的決定。
很多人認爲愛是觸摸不到的。它要降臨你阻止不了它,它要離開你同樣無可奈何。這當然是事實。但這也是一種逃避責任的説法。你愛一個人,你該如何對待這份愛?如果你愛她,你當然會時刻記挂她,希望為她做一點事,花多點時間為她選擇一份你希望會最讓她開心的禮物。這無關男女,只是單純地想為一個重要的人做一點事。在愛中,我們很容易會迷失了自己,因爲自己已經成爲這份愛的一部分了。
如果有一天你失去這種動力心思,不再用心猜測她最近迷上的小玩意,不再特別在意她,執著為她挑選出最好的髮夾,到了那個時候,分開或許並不是一個難看的結局。
感情並不可恥。同樣,感情的失去,可以看做可惜,也可以説是可貴, 是結束,也是開端。
Even though she's not the most popular among the NYT op-ed columnists. I still like her. She's one to keep cool and have a sense of humor in the most "inappropriate" times. Her sentiments in her article about people who are abusing the idea of 9/11 really resonated with me.
Many people have asked me what my views are regarding the mosque. I honestly have no particular opinion about it. But since recently much attention had been drawn to the topic and as someone who was in NYC and have a majority of my family and friends in NYC, I feel like venting just a bit.
Frankly, I do not believe I'm qualified to say one way or the other. Ok, to be absolutely honest, I think it's absurd that the subject even came up (i.e. the request for the mosque). A friend asked me about the subject, fully expecting me to support her view that the mosque should be built because it's a sign of religious freedom and tolerance. Generally I'm a liberal minded person, but I think whatever the great idealistic ideas are behind the mosque, to make such a suggestion is perhaps a bit insensitive to the people who suffered during the tragedy. My friend said that those are just personal feelings - but personal feelings matter. What made people initiate these attacks, and drove people to risk their lives to save others, those were personal feelings too. Don't expect people to be always clear minded and reasonable about things - we're all human. That's what the problem/trouble is, and lovable/admirable about humans. We can be "big" at accept it, but you can't blame people for not wanting a monument that brings up incredible pain in them and where their final memories of loved ones lay rest. But now that the subject has come up, I can only say that rather than arguing for one way or the other, perhaps a compromise could be made? I'll let minds greater than mine figure this one out.
Now, by suffered, I mean really suffered through the event, not just imagining it to have something to do with you just because you watched it on TV. Regarding the barrage of political and popular attention on this issue, and about what 9/11 should represents and how it should be remembered... and how it affected us as a nation and whether we should/should not build the mosque, well, people who were not in NYC or had friends/family in the tragedy should just SHUT it. For those of you who were in NYC... please remember that when it happened, our first thoughts were to care for whoever needed help and to encourage professional emergency workers, not to spread hate. We didn't hold rallies against potential (likely) instigators, we mobilized civilian efforts to assist those who needed help and held memorials with love and respect in our hearts.
This is the first time I've actually retold my experience in writing.
I was a college student at the time. Tuesday September 11th started off as any normal September day, beautiful actually, one of those rare perfect weather days in NYC. I woke up around 9ish (I had a late class) and as always, first thing I did was to turned on my computer. I was surprised to find many emails asking if I were ok. Perplexed (I had no tv in my dorm), I searched online (at frustrating speed) and realized what happened. I immediately tried to call my parents, who were working in downtown area... but of course, the phone calls were not getting through.
Since we had no TV (not as if the stations were functioning) and the internet was too slow, a group of us gathered around my humble radio, listening as the second tower was hit, as flight 93 crashed due to heroic acts of the passengers on board, as the towers fell, as we wondered when there would be an end... and fearing for our loved ones.
Right outside my dorm window, there was a perfect view of downtown. On a nice day, I could see quite a few of the high rise structures in the beautiful Manhattan landscape. But on that day, there was only a giant grey cloud, shrouding the entire downtown.
I was among the fortunate. My family members were all fine. I had a few friends who had close calls (near or actually in the towers) but they all got out in time. My mom's coworker lost her only son, who worked on one of the floors and went back in to save his coworkers. I had friends who watched as people fell, or jumped, as they ran from the area. I..., I only grieved.
It's not quite possible to talk about how I felt at the moment. Even to this day, I cannot help but become emotional when I actually talk/think about the experience. We were sitting helplessly, wondering what we could do. We donated, we volunteered, we even visited the site and attended group memorial sessions (admittedly more for us than for those who passed). As I sat there on the steps (of my college) with a lit candle, in silence, in the heart of the usually bustling city I loved, grief filled my heart. That same grief, plus an incredible amount of pride, overwhelmed me when I saw stories of people who came from afar to offer help out of simple concern, love and care for other human beings, and especially... especially when I went down to the site to volunteer, but was only able to clap and wave at firefighters as they passed in their trucks. It's that pride and love that helped carry us through the ordeal.
Much has changed. Life must go on, and New Yorkers are nothing else if not resilient. But nevertheless, we all share the experience and grief for it in our own ways. Sure, I had nightmares of death, suicide and destruction for about a month after the event and screamed myself awake from disturbing dreams. Sure, I sat in despair and wept endlessly, alone and with others. And yes, there'll always be a hole in my heart. But New Yorkers don't talk about what they suffered in that experience everyday. We don't bring it up in conversations (if other people don't), nor do we use it to make a point about how terrible the world is and how the "system" must be changed and certain religions are so horrible that everyone of that faith must be evil. It's unimaginable for us to use such a tragedy to make any political statement. This tragedy is sacred, crystalized into our memories. That's simply disrespectful to our city, to the people who died in that event (including those who voluntarily risked their lives to save people in the flaming towers), and to those who still suffer to this day. I cannot speak of the people who had a deep personal loss during this, I speak only for myself and those whom I know share my thoughts and feelings on this.
(picture by my friend Sashi on one of the anniversaries)
It's pain we must all endure... but we do it in silence. If you had love, at all, for any human, then perhaps, just a little, you would understand how much we want to preserve and pay proper respect to the people who lost so much more than us.
The night before I left NYC, Jack (my computer guru) came to deliver a cheesecake to me. Cooking (mostly desserts or baking) has become his recent (ongoing) hobby. He had asked for a review of his cheesecake, but I’ll do slightly more than that.
His cheesecake was excellent, despite that it was a bit soggy from having been carried around for quite a few hours (NJ->Manhattan->Brooklyn). Of course, by this point you’re wondering what computer guru has to do with cheesecake. Well, all of us have hobbies. Some of us have hobbies that we really love but that we keep as “hobbies” instead of actually pursuing them as a career because we do not think it’s feasible. While I don't necessarily think Jack's cooking hobby is something he should pursue as a career, I think that he should not dismiss the idea. Anything is possible. And when we look back in life, it's the most wonderful thing to see that you have made the impossible possible. We are always looking for ways to realize our dreams... but there are obstacles that perhaps we don't even see. The other day I got a copy of The Alchemist entirely by accident (as my housemate called it: it's a gift from the Universe) so I'll use Paul Coelho’s intro to his book as a guide for this post.He mentions in the intro that there are four things between us and our Personal Legend, in this order:Since I have Google Analytics installed on my website, I've had the pleasure of checking out how (with what keywords) people are finding me on the internet. Some of the queries really boggles my mind…
1. Sze Kwan Chan Birthday: What!? Why is someone searching on the internet for my birthday!?
After the Rain (席慕容 Xi Murong,Translation: Aka)
Life – can also be a poemIf you allow me to progress slowly
歸去,也無風雨也無晴。
Walking the Fool's Journey.