Would you believe me if I told you that I came out of the womb, ranting and raving? Well, that’s how it’s felt, how I have been.
I am always making scenes, speeches, on the soapbox about the injustices of the world, about the faults of individuals, organizations, and so on. I’m always wondering what the hell is wrong with people. What makes them tick? I obsess about figuring it all out, to get to the bottom of things to the point where I’m doing myself harm. I’m sure a lot of the people around me would also like to do me harm, to give me a punch or two, to put me in my place! 🙂
Well, no more! I’ve heard that bell go off in my head. I’ve seen Oprah’s light bulb moment. Who the hell do I think I am…full of ego and righteousness. If I do any ranting and raving again, it better be about myself and my passions. Ranting about what is wrong has never worked for me. It only made me an angry Chinese woman. Being right doesn’t necessary make it right and it may not always be the best way to live life.
So, in the words of my forefathers, live softly, bend like the willow, but breathe like a dragon! I lied. These are my own words. Chinese women can lie. I am not so virtuous.
![Day 359 in a year of doing different. Morning is such a grand time of day with the morning light washing everything anew. I fall in love with life once more - the cat picture my nephew painted when he was 4 or 5, the orchid with dead blossoms reminding me the cycle of birth and death, the laughing Buddhas and Confucius telling me to be happy and practice some wisdom and then there's the colourful pot from the Caribbean. I put in a dollar for every written blog post. It sits long neglected. Maybe it's time I start feeding it again. Mornings are grand to sit, gaze and muse. I'm thinking of two wisdoms gained overnight. 1. We are here in the world to give to it. We cannot take anything with us when we leave, not even our own bodies. 2. I've worked too hard on letting go of [..] Maybe I need to look at them as valuable experiences, gifts in disguise. They help in my development, in the making of me.
#day359 #ayearofchange #mornings #reviewing #musing #wisdom #reframing #photochallenge #taleswithfriends](https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/t51.2885-15/s640x640/sh0.08/e35/20347174_334190350367237_1752264665842319360_n.jpg "Day 359 in a year of doing different. Morning is such a grand time of day with the morning light washing everything anew. I fall in love with life once more - the cat picture my nephew painted when he was 4 or 5, the orchid with dead blossoms reminding me the cycle of birth and death, the laughing Buddhas and Confucius telling me to be happy and practice some wisdom and then there's the colourful pot from the Caribbean. I put in a dollar for every written blog post. It sits long neglected. Maybe it's time I start feeding it again. Mornings are grand to sit, gaze and muse. I'm thinking of two wisdoms gained overnight. 1. We are here in the world to give to it. We cannot take anything with us when we leave, not even our own bodies. 2. I've worked too hard on letting go of [..] Maybe I need to look at them as valuable experiences, gifts in disguise. They help in my development, in the making of me.
#day359 #ayearofchange #mornings #reviewing #musing #wisdom #reframing #photochallenge #taleswithfriends")
