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A Reflection On My Life
By yang zhiming Even when I am walking light-hearted as if I were taking a stroll humming a self-confident tune, on this narrow path ā composing poems, I am perplexed by some melancholy, blankness and even loneliness. Sometimes one has no way of controlling the objective world. And meanwhile, I also believe one day when he cannot be the master of himself, it would be miserable indeed. A Chinese saying goes:ā A different water and soil nurtures a different people.ā You will find it making sense if you really think. And different people have different ways of dealing with what they are given. Couldnāt one feel disappointed to lose a chance unless only when he is away from that certain circumstance. That is he regrets missing the opportunity as he stands on the shore, watching the remaining sand as the rolling river flows eastwards for he fails to catch or ride on the waves. How many a time could one be given this kind of chance during onesā life? But one may also assume,: Thereās as good fish in the sea as ever came out itā. As far as he lives long the world will be his. However for me, it is not so important to live long or short because I understand the real importance lies in how I handle my fate and how I increase the value of my life. That is the genuine thing to accomplish now and that is difficult. Then what I should have in me is the childishness and sincerity. In this way each day I have is all of my life that I have! And I am the whole world. So that is that I am satisfied. Everything is but a patch of cloud that once passes by and never returns. In my innermost this is not pessimism, but a kind of great enlightenment. As my life ends, these words, only these words that document a true story in which I am the hero. It will clearly tell I do exist at one time in this world. My journey may be short but on that undersized length I perform calmly and entirely at ease. This is the story of my life.
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