This is Brian. Somehow, when I look at myself, I have ever been a victor, ever been a loser; ever been ambitious, ever been complacent; ever been generous, ever been selfish; ever been happy, ever been sad; ever been contented, ever been in want... so myriad the feelings, in just 26 years. What makes me then? Simply understood, short of goals and dreams, well I could only say commonstance, a man. Truly, I am a genuine man. One with some strength, yet laden with weakness; one who desires goodness, yet felt hopeless; one who decides to love, yet felt some cruelty... so as of time and state, I could only breeze through how transient was it all, how tough was it for perfection, how craving double-edged was only real if forgiven or maturely consented. However still, the Buddha himself was wise to see through the principles which were sound, the truths which were subtle, the essential hope which will forestall inevitable and the enlightenment that surpass all suffering, so one can rejoice in perfection.
Just like a breeze through a forest, or just as running water through a river course, two decades has passed. In a way, I have a lot of knowledge and intellect in my mind, but in reality, it has not translate to any success, only a placcid, cheerless and heart-rendering self kept in time a discourse of what I could do, however insignificant it is. Not much has change with direct regards to myself, victim freed I should be, yet I am forced to accept mediocre in contempt and patience for better experiences to come. The price of certain success I did not pay, yet the extent of dejections was a tad too severe for someone as mild and kind as me, but what makes me out of all these misfortune? Somehow, I know I need to put in more effort. Somehow, I know I need to find true opportunities. Somehow, I know I need to ensure my own future. Well, just as a man, only a man, there happen to be a lot of blueprints, but just as an architect would be to an engineer, my home and family will need all it takes for security, and this definite foundation is still within the range of research and pertinent action.
A family needs material and culture, and our current status forebides anything complacent until a taciturn success could resolve. We have learnt to adopt and adjust, yet life is just it is, sets of values and reputation in constant cycle. It is not wrong that we have end it, yet it is not perfect that we can last it, and thus to be positive about the worth of life itself is forecertain a wise contemporary of joy. Just like water in a pool, it seems refreshing to our thirst, yet forsaken as bliss forego, it was been around for a long, long time. We are that water. We are kind enough to keep our humanity, yet not wise enough to lose our imperfection, and it just seems so new, when actually we have been recycled for so long. Now, who is truly wise among our kind? The rich? The famous? The powerful? To an extent I have learnt to respect them more through my age, for intellect, procotol and capital to achieve those markers of success are certainly real work; also of some pleasures they will inherit through the right efforts are nicely pleasant senses nonetheless smart. Yet, we are still where we are, while the Buddha is already exonerated and exalted as the enlightened one and the all compassionate one, just leads us to this contrast we must appreciate. We either learn or we try. Life goes on.
Once again, life is transient, for a gentle reminder is the passing away of our dog, Penny, for she has found safe abodes at rest. While she did what a dog could do in love to entertain and guard us, I felt the legacy was of a calmer and safer ambience the house endears through her, and now, I just have to let her go, for there was never any true goodbyes at heart, only at form. Likewise, Ema, my deceased grandmother, as I believed, will always support the family in business, for it was one of her fondest dreams. In the end, from where we are, all that we should do and hope for, is for the betterment of mankind, and the improvement of energy, so in aftermath, death will be but an illusion yet the influence passed on a legacy of life.
Just like a breeze through a forest, or just as running water through a river course, two decades has passed. In a way, I have a lot of knowledge and intellect in my mind, but in reality, it has not translate to any success, only a placcid, cheerless and heart-rendering self kept in time a discourse of what I could do, however insignificant it is. Not much has change with direct regards to myself, victim freed I should be, yet I am forced to accept mediocre in contempt and patience for better experiences to come. The price of certain success I did not pay, yet the extent of dejections was a tad too severe for someone as mild and kind as me, but what makes me out of all these misfortune? Somehow, I know I need to put in more effort. Somehow, I know I need to find true opportunities. Somehow, I know I need to ensure my own future. Well, just as a man, only a man, there happen to be a lot of blueprints, but just as an architect would be to an engineer, my home and family will need all it takes for security, and this definite foundation is still within the range of research and pertinent action.
A family needs material and culture, and our current status forebides anything complacent until a taciturn success could resolve. We have learnt to adopt and adjust, yet life is just it is, sets of values and reputation in constant cycle. It is not wrong that we have end it, yet it is not perfect that we can last it, and thus to be positive about the worth of life itself is forecertain a wise contemporary of joy. Just like water in a pool, it seems refreshing to our thirst, yet forsaken as bliss forego, it was been around for a long, long time. We are that water. We are kind enough to keep our humanity, yet not wise enough to lose our imperfection, and it just seems so new, when actually we have been recycled for so long. Now, who is truly wise among our kind? The rich? The famous? The powerful? To an extent I have learnt to respect them more through my age, for intellect, procotol and capital to achieve those markers of success are certainly real work; also of some pleasures they will inherit through the right efforts are nicely pleasant senses nonetheless smart. Yet, we are still where we are, while the Buddha is already exonerated and exalted as the enlightened one and the all compassionate one, just leads us to this contrast we must appreciate. We either learn or we try. Life goes on.
Once again, life is transient, for a gentle reminder is the passing away of our dog, Penny, for she has found safe abodes at rest. While she did what a dog could do in love to entertain and guard us, I felt the legacy was of a calmer and safer ambience the house endears through her, and now, I just have to let her go, for there was never any true goodbyes at heart, only at form. Likewise, Ema, my deceased grandmother, as I believed, will always support the family in business, for it was one of her fondest dreams. In the end, from where we are, all that we should do and hope for, is for the betterment of mankind, and the improvement of energy, so in aftermath, death will be but an illusion yet the influence passed on a legacy of life.
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