Writing is an act of engraving memory.
1. What I care most when I die tomorrow?
2. Which stuffs that I am doing matter most after 5-10 years?
Everything that not related to the given answer, is just insignificant. Life is short, time is precious, pay more attention to stuff that really matter and bring joy.
Keeping a diary. Usually I write my diary in free style, so that my writing will flow. Other than relying on writing flow, discipline keep me writing. But how?
“Joy belongs to the one who seizes it. The song belongs to the one who sings it.” So, the mission is keep singing your song! But how many mental barriers to overcome?
I practice organ piece “Fantasia Chromatica” composed by Jan Pieterszoon Sweelinck. After practicing, I could see a double rainbow in my little piece of heaven.
A friend invited me for a midday prayer – Atempause. I joined her. Nice that I attend a prayer service as congregation, where I do not have to play music.
I make an experiment today, to live a day free from expectations and to-do-list. Just to have a day listen to my heart and my mind, to re-evaluate what make me happy? I took off my expectations and my ambitions to exam again what is important to me? How my day would be? I woke …
I slowly learn to focus more on the thing I am really extremely enjoying doing, they are: imagination, creation, music, literature.
“Happy birthday! Here’s your present! “
But my friend only interested at the handmade birthday card, not the gift.
The last post was written in a very depressing way, but it was my true feelings and I did not want to hide them. I am not always happy and positive, and regret is also a scenery of life. I have a habit, when I am sad, I will grab my camera and walk. It …