After reading a Yue Fei, Hua Mu Lan, Si Da Mei Ren and many books, I conquered yet another Chinese classic, The 8 Immortals. I wasn't too kind and Mum wasn't kind on me when I started mocking, I mean, commenting on the way immortals work. It is way too ridiculous, but I shan't comment just in case one of the immortals reads my blog and punish me. Doh.
I found something which I cannot mock though. The meaning implied was this, though I am not sure if I interpreted it right:
The greatest happiness in life is to be associated with your inner self, and the greatest misery is too know too much and yet be unable to stay detached.That I have to agree. Sometimes I rather not know anything. Life is simpler that way. Mum always says:"Tni gong tia gong lang"(God dotes on those that are ignorant of the worldly affairs). I want to be gong too.
I ahve thus decided to understand things selectively from today onwards. If I am not gong, I must act gong. Either that or I acknowledge things selectively. That must be the best way to come to terms with something. I shall resort to that once in a while when I realise that it is impossible to see good in a horrible situation.
Till then, I am going to OHM.
Jacqueline
9:39 PM
