Thursday, 21 July 2011
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
March 2011
I've lived and passed all those years, at least for the most recent four years to again give a conclusion that there's nothing really important, in this world. Or that, things are ephemeral.
Once in a while it struck me that the world has produced more than what it needs. Some of my fellow friends have the 'luxury' problems, that they get bored. And so am I, sometimes. We all live in the world with more material than needed. Like Barcadi, they don't sell a drink, they sell 'a style of life'. Why do we need that, really? And if I'm too communist, I shouldn't study marketing, all those customers' want, branding,...
I remember the day when I saw on TV a Japanese soldier holding a baby. He smiled and the baby was happily, peacefully sleeping in his arms. I moved to tear. I didn't know why. I didn't understand how I could come to such a 'weak' state. I couldn't restraint myself when seeing the tsunami, seeing ppl drown away in the excessive horrible water. Why do people need to earn so much money, to fight against each other, to bring misery to the world and make each other happy while it's difficult to control their own lives? That one day, everything is blown away. Only human and humanity can build everything over and only humanity is what remains, against fierce nature.
Once in a while it struck me that the world has produced more than what it needs. Some of my fellow friends have the 'luxury' problems, that they get bored. And so am I, sometimes. We all live in the world with more material than needed. Like Barcadi, they don't sell a drink, they sell 'a style of life'. Why do we need that, really? And if I'm too communist, I shouldn't study marketing, all those customers' want, branding,...
I remember the day when I saw on TV a Japanese soldier holding a baby. He smiled and the baby was happily, peacefully sleeping in his arms. I moved to tear. I didn't know why. I didn't understand how I could come to such a 'weak' state. I couldn't restraint myself when seeing the tsunami, seeing ppl drown away in the excessive horrible water. Why do people need to earn so much money, to fight against each other, to bring misery to the world and make each other happy while it's difficult to control their own lives? That one day, everything is blown away. Only human and humanity can build everything over and only humanity is what remains, against fierce nature.
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
9-3-2011
Whatever happens, I should have my way to reach my goal.
Lotus, Plum Village, and People...
It's today that I saw Bill Gates on CNN, talking about the philosophy of philanthropy. I believe people who have good will will get their way, either way. And let's pray for it.
'The philosophy stays the same.'
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Lotus, Plum Village, and People...
It's today that I saw Bill Gates on CNN, talking about the philosophy of philanthropy. I believe people who have good will will get their way, either way. And let's pray for it.
'The philosophy stays the same.'
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Friday, 17 December 2010
December, 2010
I've been so tired these days. Working, studying and travelling back and forth in the cold without knowing when the train will come in heavy snow days.
As usual, I think I'm a happier person than the crowd in the stations, rushing toward trains after announcements from somewhere. They even served coffee and tea for free to compensate for customers. I also took one, something tasted sour but just to keep my hands warm. There were lots of people with luggages heading to the airport. I heard a man talking on the phone saying he's on the way; or else the next flight would be tomorrow morning. In this very ordered country (the Netherlands), when there's a fault in the system, everything becomes a mess. Perhaps people in developing country should think of their advantage, there won't be lots of things bothering since they already have mess every day. This is not Icelandic volcano, but somehow, it reminded me of people, who cannot get on planes, to be at home with their family. Or just whatever reason, they have to stay in a foreign country, in the cold, with their plan destroyed.
Sometimes, I wonder where should I be to welcome 2012. Perhaps the best thing is to be with family, in my warm country. I missed a lot the 'coolness' of the winter in my hometown, when my mom had to take out the winter clothes from the big closet. We don't have heater in Vietnam so you have to wear sweater or anything, at least two layers of clothes every where, every time. I remembered the happy days when I stayed on my parent's bed, with the blanket that made you cold when you touch just it, reading books. I remember the days when there was water all over the city, when my father had to take me to my high school. It was warm getting back home, having food in the kitchen with the amber color.
It's funny that sometimes I cry because I'm tired, mostly mentally tired. It's normal to cry when you miss your family. Or just that sometimes, I'm tired because I don't see me with a free soul, that I have to be attached to work, study or sometimes just be attached to this world. Yet, to me it was beautiful to cry for others. I don't know if I will ever forget the days in the forest, somewhere in Arnhem, I had the urge of making my best providing the opportunity for the children. If it is to live for others, to me it's always worth it, and so to live meaningfully, joyfully and beautifully.
As usual, I think I'm a happier person than the crowd in the stations, rushing toward trains after announcements from somewhere. They even served coffee and tea for free to compensate for customers. I also took one, something tasted sour but just to keep my hands warm. There were lots of people with luggages heading to the airport. I heard a man talking on the phone saying he's on the way; or else the next flight would be tomorrow morning. In this very ordered country (the Netherlands), when there's a fault in the system, everything becomes a mess. Perhaps people in developing country should think of their advantage, there won't be lots of things bothering since they already have mess every day. This is not Icelandic volcano, but somehow, it reminded me of people, who cannot get on planes, to be at home with their family. Or just whatever reason, they have to stay in a foreign country, in the cold, with their plan destroyed.
Sometimes, I wonder where should I be to welcome 2012. Perhaps the best thing is to be with family, in my warm country. I missed a lot the 'coolness' of the winter in my hometown, when my mom had to take out the winter clothes from the big closet. We don't have heater in Vietnam so you have to wear sweater or anything, at least two layers of clothes every where, every time. I remembered the happy days when I stayed on my parent's bed, with the blanket that made you cold when you touch just it, reading books. I remember the days when there was water all over the city, when my father had to take me to my high school. It was warm getting back home, having food in the kitchen with the amber color.
It's funny that sometimes I cry because I'm tired, mostly mentally tired. It's normal to cry when you miss your family. Or just that sometimes, I'm tired because I don't see me with a free soul, that I have to be attached to work, study or sometimes just be attached to this world. Yet, to me it was beautiful to cry for others. I don't know if I will ever forget the days in the forest, somewhere in Arnhem, I had the urge of making my best providing the opportunity for the children. If it is to live for others, to me it's always worth it, and so to live meaningfully, joyfully and beautifully.
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