Where's my wonderland?
It's been two years since I went to the temple and got a "good" card stating that there is a rainbow after hardships, and a treasure at the bottom of it. What it didn't state was how long the hardship period was. I don't even understand the writing and had a monk interpret it for me. He blew me away and said I don't really have anything to worry about because in the end I'll be well off. So. When is this "end" going to come?
We're moving at the end of the month and he said to me; I told the landlord we'd stay for three months--you're sure you can graduate right? What? Yes, I'm sure...Three months? May, June, July--shit, that IS three months. And within three months I'm supposed to sell stuff, finish this quarter, do summer session, pack up and move to Taiwan. It's so amazing I can't believe it myself.
On another note I met the new landlord yesterday and do you know what gangster looks like? I've never seen a Chinese gangster in real life before, but I swear he looks like a retired one. If modern gangsters go bling bling our future landlord practically GLEAMS with all the heavy gold he wears. His house is about to shatter, but the room is large and there were seven kittens sleeping in the closet (I wanted) all huddled together. OK, so he's a soft-hearted gangster with three grown up cats, seven kittens, and two dogs. Sweet.
And I listened to a presentation in Speech by this woman who looked older but tried to be young and it turns out she works 30 hours a week, attends school full time and has a two-year old at home. I suddenly feel lucky about my schedule, but at the same time I can't help but resent people who don't have my schedule. I have respect for people like her, but people who only think about the now, unless they're doing something meaningful towards their future while thinking about now, cannot command my respect. Screw carpe diem, you can seize your life after success.
We're moving at the end of the month and he said to me; I told the landlord we'd stay for three months--you're sure you can graduate right? What? Yes, I'm sure...Three months? May, June, July--shit, that IS three months. And within three months I'm supposed to sell stuff, finish this quarter, do summer session, pack up and move to Taiwan. It's so amazing I can't believe it myself.
On another note I met the new landlord yesterday and do you know what gangster looks like? I've never seen a Chinese gangster in real life before, but I swear he looks like a retired one. If modern gangsters go bling bling our future landlord practically GLEAMS with all the heavy gold he wears. His house is about to shatter, but the room is large and there were seven kittens sleeping in the closet (I wanted) all huddled together. OK, so he's a soft-hearted gangster with three grown up cats, seven kittens, and two dogs. Sweet.
And I listened to a presentation in Speech by this woman who looked older but tried to be young and it turns out she works 30 hours a week, attends school full time and has a two-year old at home. I suddenly feel lucky about my schedule, but at the same time I can't help but resent people who don't have my schedule. I have respect for people like her, but people who only think about the now, unless they're doing something meaningful towards their future while thinking about now, cannot command my respect. Screw carpe diem, you can seize your life after success.