Monday, September 03, 2007

Shoulder to Cry On

When I was a kid, everything seems remediable, everything seems answerable. Every chaos in life is almost always short lived.
I dropped coin, I got it replaced. I would still cry over it, but when thinking back, I laughed at it. If I got bullied by friend, I hit them back; they must end up apologizing or regretful. World was perfect, everything has black and white answer, right or wrong things are obvious.

Now I must say, adult world is not that fun, adult world is not as simple. So they must stop pulling out tree and destroying the sea, because there are so many adults who need those places to chill out and wind out. Nature is one of the remedy. Because sometimes in ideal world we can’t find the right answer, we can’t find the right remedy; we can’t find the right feelings to express. Sometimes the burdens are piled up above the neck and chock you up. Unlike children’s tears, adult’s are bitter. We don’t cry over spilt milk or dropped candy, but when an adult shed a tear, it accumulates from the bitterness felt inside the veins and it’s serious matter..

So don’t take out the tree, because we need it to shelter us, we need the green color to remind us of beauty, we need the fresh wind breezing through it to calm the nerve. Please reserve the sea, for we can dive down and let go the burden of the soul, for we can look out at the sky and feel the freedom of spirit in the air....

But remember, even in adult’s life, there is always a cure, and it’s always organic..
Nature and Shoulder to Cry On.




Who, save the god, can be happy all life long?
- Aeschylus

In the child happiness dances; in the man, at most, it only smiles or weeps.
- Jean Paul Richter

Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
- Ingrid Bergman