February 9, 2010

  • revisit

    a few days ago, I was flipping through my book collections for some pre-sleeping reading material.

    What i came across was something that I've read centuries ago, the mere glimpse of its introduction brings so much boredom that I know I would fell asleep right now.  However, as I was flipping through those pages, I actually started to read its context and understanding it from an angle that was previously nonexistent.  What I once viewed as meaningless contexts are now enlightenments and inspirations.  As a result, I ended up spending the wee hours reading this old book.

    and it kept me thinking, if experience has that much impact on my perception of things and objects. What effects would time have towards us and people around us?  will we like someone that we once detest? will we start to fall apart from our close friends?

    will you?


    A winter morning in Beijing

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