A THOUSAND CROSSINGS X

Dear Diary...
Mixture
mercredi 16 décembre 2009

While accompanying my grandma to the temple today, I did quite a bit of thinking, so I decided to put it here so I can look back in future.

First, I want to talk about why I remain agnostic. I do believe in a being, someone else up there who controls the going-ons around the world. Somehow, he/she has the power to do all that. I don't know what that being does, but I believe that being exists.

Our world. What is it, really? Maybe we're angels who paid for a tour package to come here (if so, I want a refund), we may be supernatural beings here for a human experience (borrowed from Thomas Mcaleenan). Or maybe we're part/product of a abandoned/ongoing experiment (Kindergarten - James E Gunn).

I believe that being is big-hearted. I don't think he/she'll punish me for not worshipping him/her. The being is not egoistic. All I have to do is to do good. If I'm a good person he'll/she'll reward me accordingly.

Second, I think the world will be a lot better if we were all four-year olds, really. Do you remember the time when you were four year old? Freedom. No worries. I wanted to be an artist. Others wanted to be doctors, lawyers, hawkers, drivers, teachers, everything. We all wanted to be rich, but did we really know why we wanted all that money? No, not really. We were greedy as young children, to a certain extent, but not entirely, not in a dangerous way.

If we were all four-year olds, there would be no wars. Right? (: Can you imagine a world of four-year olds? I can. Maybe there'll be no cars, no banks, no tanks, no planes, no buildings, no air-conditioning, no iPods, and definitely no government.

But we have, freedom, happiness, peace, sunrise, sunset, lush green fields to run across, tall trees to climb, beautiful clean lakes to swim in, ripe fruits to eat, animals to play with. You know? That simple kind of happiness.

At four years of age, we'll probably not be arrogant. Although as young children we would be altruistic, but we'll have the innate human ability to help each other. Real charity, real philanthropy, real benevolence. We'll share our happiness, our woes. I like that picture in my head, really.

A group of kids. Watch the sunset. Each holding a ripe apple in their hands. Slowly nibbling at it. Napping on the plains. A rabbit hops over and nudges you. It falls asleep beside you.

Balance.

Much better if we were four years old.

Third, why are there words that spell out in these ways: p-o-v-e-r-t-y, p-o-o-r, u-n-d-e-r-p-r-i-v-i-l-e-g-e-d?

That was another reason why I wished we were four-year olds. If only the world shares. While someone out there is eating caviar for breakfast, some African kid maybe trying to crawl to a shelter, while a vulture circles above him. If that someone eats less caviar, buys a sandwich with that money and gives it to that African kid, so much better.

If everyone stops and pray to their different gods for everyone else, probably so many more people will be blessed (Goo Goo Doll's Better Days: the one poor child who saved this world and there's ten million more who probably could if we all just stopped and said a prayer for them). If everyone stops to help another person, there may not ever be another unhappy day. That'll be the day Universities worldwide announce the removal of the word "unhappiness" and its synonyms from dictionaries.

Fourth, the world would be much better if we all trust each other, and everyone deserves to be trusted. Nothing much to explain here. If we all trust each other, there'll be no wars, no ponzi scheme, no recession, no depression, etc etc.

The world could be so much better. But it isn't.

Au Revoir

yongliang

he closed his diary at {10:11}