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Subject: Maggie's farm (Part 17) Author: taxi driver [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 11:10:13 07/20/03 Sun "Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections.¡¨ I didn't remember who've said that but it kept lingering in my mind on our way back to Fatty's place. Sitting on a chair at the balcony, I started wondering if my sinking trip was going in the right direction on the right route. What I knew was everything was getting too complicated in my life. I wondered what my life was. I saw a light somewhere in the dark and tried to reach for it. The light always remained there but the route to the light was tough. Sometimes clouds covered the light and I couldn't see it anymore and I thought I have lost my way to it and get disappointed and sometimes I saw it so clearly that I tended to be confident of reaching it in no time. I was constantly running after one light and once I reached it I ran to another. Probably there were many of the light and its all a matter of human nature and choice that which light I chose to follow. Each light leaded to its own horizons and each horizon had its own good rays and bad ones. During the last 48 hours, I found myself almost getting lost in the navigation route. "What are you thinking about, driver?¡¨ Fatty noticed that I had been turned into a living sculpture resembled "The Thinker¡¨by Rodin since we finished dinner two hours ago. "........¡¨I was still in¡§The Thinker¡¨sitting posture and not aware of the sight and sound around me. "Driver! Are you OK?¡¨Fatty yelled into my ear. "Oh....I am fine. I am just thinking about Maggie and Iris and I don't know what to do next. Tell me, Fatty, don't you think I am on the wrong route?¡¨I was so confused. "You wasted too much time thinking if you're on the right route or not. I believe that you should not worry about the route or any shit like that. You should worry to follow what's right and you'll get there, you'll be on the right route; you have to trust yourself. Anyway, it's not something you think of, it's something you feel, do you understand what I am saying?¡¨Fatty "the Philosopher¡¨said. "Well, sort of. Why don't you just tell me how to send the merchandises to Chongqing? I don't have any time left, must be there by next week!¡¨I asked while trying to figure out what the hell he's talking about. Following Fatty's instruction, everything's done by the next afternoon. I was all set and ready to go to see Iris in Chongqing. To be continued........ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]