From the day it comes home, a tragic seed is sown
A dog’s life is but a fleeting wisp in our long, long life. On a quiet, unremarkable afternoon, I will hear that he is gone. And just like that, his little life will be done. When I return to my hometown, he may have turned into a single foxtail grass by the country road. Swaying and swaying, as if still wagging his tail for whoever passes by.
Who stole those years?
Some people online complain that COVID-19 stole those years. Indeed, the deceased, the broken families, the medical workers, and the grassroots staff all lived very hard those years. But how many of these complaints actually come from those people? And how many are just excuses, to blame the stolen years by COVID-19 for their present frustrations?
do things now
In the past, I often said things like “When I …, I will …” or “Once I …, I …”. But now I realize that these phrases tend to make me see the “present” as something temporary, and the “future” as something permanent.Yet every “present” is constantly turning into the “past” — not the “future”. As a result, I end up wasting every single present moment while clinging to the illusion of a “stable future” in my mind.That’s why I’ve decided to stop using phrases like “Once I …, I …” as much as possib...
