Did you ever imagine that the world could go back to its begining. I mean you live in a world where nothing has been molded in certain shape, where no one set standards for you, where you can start to turn all possibilty into reality. After I applied for a position of English teacher in a private-owned English training center, I was roaming in the street alone thingking about this over and over. One reason for my meditation is that I found I was graldually packing myself up in a "bag", the "bag" owned universally by all common people, the "bag" of life. I always intend to be different, at least to do what I want. However, life is not like this because the ideal of doing what you want only can be materialized by doing what you should do at the right time. Yet, doing what you should do means being tired, being frastrated and being confused.

 

    Besides all the mass in my mind, coloful scenes are flowing through every sense of mine. The sense of vision, the sense of smell, the sense of being existed come all toghther in me so that I lose the world of all the others but is embraced by the world exclusively belonging to me.  I was waiting, waiting for the right time, the right person who can guide me and the right revelation on what I should do right now.

 

    Everyone is waiting but some of them have no idea of what they are wainting for. So this is dedicated to those who are still confused, just like me.