Following the Dream

Recently viewed a DVD entitled 'Following the Dream'. It is a Chinese cultural show performed by the disable. After watching the show, it gives me very great impact. Tears swell in my eyes, when I heard the wheelchaired singer sang "Zhang Sheng Xiang Qi" (When the applause started). I could feel these performers' great detemination and courage. They showed the world that they do not have the right to be pessimistic, they could not afford failure! They strike for perfection and grace. They believe in self-help, rather to depend help from other.

These performers, some of them are blind, crippled, semi-retarded, deaf, etc. But they live with dignity, pride and self confidence. Look back to our own surrounding, we are all born perfect, but there are many of us who lives like a sucker, who behave like an animal, who looks like a wolf wearing sheep skin. What is the matter with these people! If we compare these honourable disables with them, we really feel very shameful of these scumbags and garbages.

There are people who face hurdles in life, and will just turn around and do not face it. They set goals, but never reached. They make plans but never realised. Because they give up easily. They do not believe they could do it. They like to find short cuts. They want instant success. They must have forgotten a phase: NO PAIN, NO GAIN. At the end of the road, these people most properly will be pieces of drift wood, just flow through the stream of time and fade away without a trace!

I salute the performers in that DVD's cultural show. They given us strength to look forward when things are not to our desires. They demonstrated what will could make a person different from others. They are the real heroes in life!

Time

When I was young, time is nothing to me. I had waste lots of them for nothing. Youth is just like a splash of water. Suddenly, it vaporised, and vanished.

Today, youth is just like yesterday's event, it is so near and yet it is really far. Suddenly realise that time is ticking away, second by second. Very often hearing friends passing away one by one. My favourite actors gone, my favourite hangouts disappeared, my admired nation leader vanished. In the middle of the night, very often, I ask myself: When will be your turn?

Youngster do not realise this thing called 'Time' is a horrible thing. It just walk pass you and leave you no pain. Great leaders always say that we must live a meaningful life. How many of us, when we were having our last breath, would say to ourself: I really had my meaningful life in this world! Today, I see lots of young people addicted to games, drugs, and other trendy hobbies. Do they really think about meaning of life? Or their objectives in life? I could not answer on their behalf. But I do know, many time they are just letting time passing through their fingers and grap nothing for themselves. Sad? Maybe not. They may have lots of reasons to tell you they know what is good to themselves.

I just wonder, will these people have the same answer when they blow out their last breath, and look back on what they had done in the past?

For me, the clock's clicking is a daily threat. It keep on reminding me, time is running out of me. If I need to do something meaningful to myself, I better do it soon. Otherwise, it could be too late; and regret won't help.

有感

谢清 诗

春衫颓了秋寒，
清月照见发斑。
此生恩情难分，
流水飞花遗憾。

Peaceful life style

It was for a long time, that I have not been enjoying rural life. When I was young, I was employed as a farm teacher. I was then sent to Sembawang Farm School in Singapore for 2 years farm training. The two years staying in Farm School were paradise to me, as I was brought up in the city. I had chances to contact with all sorts of farm animals, such as foul, pigs, goats, fresh and marine fishes; as well as all kinds of horticultural plants.

My days at that time were full of colours, exitements, and gained new experience. I learnt to plant, to do animal husbandry, to experience fish farming, etc. The training given me a deeper understanding towards respecting life in all forms. I had witnessed how the cow tears when she walk into the slaughter house; how those pigs scream for their life, when they were chased into the gas chamber for slaughtering. I felt painful on those secenes and believe human beings are very cruel to these creatures.

Thereafter for thirty odd years, I was drowned in the hectic city life. Day in and day out, I struggled to survive in the mad mad world. Hardly I have time to sit down and reflect on what I am doing.

Only until recently, finally I was given a chance to handle my own life. I choose to take my time enjoy My Life. I travelled 350km away from home, and stay in a remote little town, name Raub in Pahang, one of the state in Malaysia.

I started to enjoy my beloved rural life again. Life here is so enjoyable, everyone here knows each other. The houses always with open doors to welcome guests. The mornings are filled with all sorts of birds' chirping. Morning mist like weil covering the whole place with a misty pale colour. Air is fresh as ever. Nearby, there are rubber plantation, durian farm, etc. Time flows slowly in here. My blood pressure drops to the lowest in my records. I stroll the earthy paths with greatest joy in my heart.

The world is so beautiful!