She came back today to visit the school, accompanied by her Dad.
Forthcoming, confident and spoke her mind. After all, to her, “time is money”.
Up to 19 AUD per hour, doing what natives wouldn’t otherwise do: taking care of old folks.
Another day at work. Another day of plugging away, but not without occasional joy of seeing others’ dreams come true.
Mine was simple: just to survive, to grow, to learn and to love.
Not even qualified as a dream. Yet it has been difficult, like Scott Peck‘s opening sentence in The Road Less Traveled.
People like myself ardently refuse to accept that the line between A and B is the shortest.
To the end.
Because my “B” has yet been determined. It could be the Omega, or it could be next life. It could be out of space (unobservable, hence unmeasurable), or inner space.
You are welcome to debate.
But then, the practicality of life kicks in and ends all debates. Time out for lunch.
Who is going to pay for it?
Life is easy and difficult at the same time.
Lottery winners found it easy for a while, until they burned it all.
Back to training, to equipping students for the journey.
They found that despite all the inoculation, it still took two months to adjust to a new surrounding (culture shock).
Then, it’s their turn to come home. To speak one’s mind. To tell it all, as returnees from the West should. With freedom comes free thinking, not necessarily clear, but free.
Lay it all out. I can take it. I am gamed . Take a shot. Strength in broken places.
Thang Nguyen 555 