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That existential question .
After living many years away, places I call home, clear and blue sky, a more than normal degrees higher sun, old mates, and old habits soothed my pitchy, weary eyes. Above, the pink-golden April light grew brighter, and the seven per cent alcohol-content beers started to occupy our minds. “Why do we celebrate life?” my…
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Can we talk about death?
One thing we humans fear the most is fear. Our desolations distinguish our statuses, achievements, and happiness. They dissolve all things we think we are—our mind and body. Talking about death is like pricking needles onto a delicate baby. It scars us, wounds us, indeed, because death is what we value the most. As humans…
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Friend: A timely reminder
I met an old university friend for a morning coffee today. The sun shone brightly outside, and the wind breezed, signalling spring. The police horses ducked their heads into the water fountain, one horse playing merrily, splashing its hoof inside. At the same time, tourists gathered around, watching from the sideline. Inside, we chatted about…
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Spring baby
And just like the movie, it is Spring. Gone are the dreadful wind, heavy clouds, and suffocating air, allowing new prospects to emerge. I was born a day before spring. My constitution is also like that new fresh air; some people saw me as the sun shining brightly—a human sunshine. I can’t help it; people…
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Dawn of a New Day
Here in the West, spring brings people outdoors from the cold and into the warmth. The sun, symbolised by the God Ra in ancient Egypt, lures people out of their comfort zones and into the light. Our association with light is no rocket science. Light is a part of us, as is darkness. In my…
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Riding the Spiral
It is the end of February, and the year is 2025. I feel both relief and despair. Looking at the state of the world today, I can not stop myself from feeling burdened, tattered, and even slightly broken. I often wonder how far humanity has to fall before it rises back. Or whether I will…