`Approaching reality` - 26th April 2020

And the third island, would it be? How would it be like?

Having been pondering around, one sentence `Three generation lineage` came up in my mind.

As we say, if a king would like to last his kingdom for a long time after he first reigned a country, the key figure would be the third King, means, the grandson of the first King. Such a longer perspective, you might say. Though that was the maximum influence that possibly we could give during the presence of one life span. Monkey effect? 

Then meanwhile, what about the 8th generational Karma fate theory? Or say, thinking of numbers as a symbolic term, the fruit of persimmon takes 8 years to get ready for its picking the fruit after planted seeds. Meanwhile, it takes 3 years for the fruit of peach or chestnut. If you wouldn`t be able to see in your lifetime, then possibly in your future generation time? Sort of either, you inherited some ways of business from your grandfather or Karmic debt?

`A metronome` - 24th April 2020

Ironical point of having a twin sister is that, we could feel each other, we do understand each other, well, more or less. But our critical difference is that, we would react to things differently, almost it is like one is heading to the north pole when the other is heading to the south pole. One could face, confront others in a straight manner when the other tends to hide her own feeling and thought. One could listen to her parents in a nice manner, well, possibly that can be a weakness, you might say. Sort of fate of being a nice girl. Yes, as a girl, but not as a free-standing woman. The other would only revolve, but clumsily. Almost revolving itself becomes her purpose and her goal.

Look at yourself. We would say to each other. So naturally, you could guess, predictably, that we led our lives in totally different ways. Simply different, no better or worse. It is like a metronome. Either this or that. No much difference in the end. 

`Stretch a little` - 23rd April 2020

Listening, and speaking. Speaking and listening. The dialogues are always in a harmony such a way.  The echoing sound of water wave eases our ears. Somehow, I started to notice the trace of some people. Possibly some local fishermen. A stranger would stand out in such a place as here. I guess, they came back to the port in the early morning and placed the fresh fishes at the market.

We are quite sensitive in this earthy level. Too much of listening, no making sense. Too much of speaking, no making sense. Out of control. Or say, That is not all of it. Though most of the cases, somehow we do naturally. Then a learning curve, to be lighter, to make things easier for our own.

Detachment. Or say, boundaries.

`Not without fear but despite fear` - 23rd April 2020