In Journal on January 18, 2017 at 10:03 AM
My latest lesson is about love.
I started from listening to Mandy Len Catron’s TED talk about “A better way to talk about love.” People are used to the notion that falling in love is getting mad and crazy; so she shared a better metaphor, which is “Love is a collaborative work of art.” This then allows men to decide what love would looks like.
The movie Inferno (2016) shared interesting lines about love: “Love awakens the soul to act,” spoken by Bertrand Zobrist. This line puzzled me as I seem to have a sleeping soul, pausing and not in action. Do I know what really love is?
So I always go back to 1 Corinthians 13:4-7, that makes a great sense as my guide:
does not envy
does not boast
is not proud
does not dishonor others
is not self-seeking
is not easily angered
keeps no record of wrong
does not delight in evil
rejoices with the truth
How about you, what is your definition of love?
In Article, Journal on January 17, 2017 at 12:09 AM
Today, I finally understood that not knowing the answer is enough to let matters go. I finally accepted it without resistance.
I finally see these statements more clearly –
- Let go of what you cannot control.
- It doesn’t have to have a reason.
- It is not my place to know if it is meant to be.
- I don’t need to be right.
I’ve always insisted that everything must have a form. Every thing, every one including me can be judged.
No wonder The Monk Hakuin with an encounter with a villager’s baby was at peace and says is that so. Paul Schubert was right to observe that the monk had responded appropriately, to respond to the moment of what’s best. The baby needed someone to care for it regardless of how the people tainted his reputation or the accusation is untrue. What a great way to live and it will eliminate all the dramas of my ego.
I am here and I will give my best. I cannot explain nor answer the rushing questions of why it happened, why it didn’t happen, and it is okay. I am alive and I will respond with effort and love.
I don’t know and it is so.
Photo credit: Monk with Bowl by Min Wae Aung
In Journal on January 15, 2017 at 9:45 PM
There was a time in my life that I live in an apartment with mice. The place was so small that one night, one crawled on me, and I never had a peaceful night ever again. At that time, I was working in a company that is in a brink of bankruptcy and it couldn’t pay me my salary.
Few years back, I quit my job with credit card debt, a bank loan to pay, and I have to be dependent on my sisters for about 7 months. I tried to sell my valuables and approached people I know who I don’t normally ask for personal loan. No one ever lend me any money but I was able to count on my sisters, and no one else. At that point, I promised to myself that I will never be in that position again, begging for money.
My parents were great. They were hard working and provided for my sisters and I until the business didn’t work out anymore. I never have to work and study, I just have to study and they work. As the business crashed, so is their relationship as a couple, and I even wondered if will I grow up to be like my mother? Strong, resourceful, but believed that to save her daughters she committed adultery. Without my mother’s effort, I wouldn’t be in Dubai right now with a comfortable life.
It is good to remember that life was never easy and I will never go back in time to change it. Why would I bother to go back if I have this very moment to make the best choice? How can I not be grateful when I now sleep on my own bed when I used to sleep on the floor with a mattress? How can I not be grateful if I am paid with an on time salary?
I can only be grateful and to pray too that I remain focused and courageous to be loving and creative.