In my younger years, I used to follow some adults rounding up a group of ducklings and baby geese, chasing them down to the pool.
I was curious as to whether the ducklings and baby geese could swim.
My heart throbbed for them as I observed the first one in the water....
With elegance and style, it glided through the water.
Then more and more of them jumped in with styles and confidence.
No... no.
They wouldn't drown in still water.
It was their nature to swim and play in water.
...And I was happy for them.......
*******
As I grew, I learned to love to chase after butterflies, dragonflies, ladybugs, grasshoppers, and crickets with my family, relatives and friends....
Sometimes moving around the garden and recreation park, chasing and catching them with bare hand....
Then one day I observed an army of ants tackling a grasshopper...
I was worried whether the weak and vulnerable social insects were able to get through the day.
Then I saw how the ants attacked the grasshopper and brought home their bounty reward.
No... no.
The weak and vulnerable would encourage themselves to go on.
They always worked in group and they helped one another, with one mind, one heart, one soul, one spirit, one hope and one strength.
They fought and won with style.
Even those that died were not died easy in opened country.
It was their nature to live and have their being.
...And I was happy for them.......
*******
When I grew up and was ready for my type of battle....
I was sad to behold the scheming and plotting of the weak and vulnerable....
I was sick of the bullying and harassment by the strong and powerful....
Then the adult would say, "Come out of your dream world into the real world."
And so I was taught to live in both worlds.
In my dream world....
Peter Pan beats Captain Hook in every way, shape and form!
The toy soldiers save and rule the world!
Rambo struggles against deadly odds and vows revenge on those who made him an enemy!
Robin Hood robs the rich to give to the poor!
And many myths, heroic epics, fairy tales, folk tales and legends that depict how the weak and defenseless stand up against the giants of their days.
Then the emphasis on scenic lots, beautiful homes, commercial spaces, quiet retreats, and island paradises that provide temporary shelter or permanent recluse for those who refuse to fight anymore.
Then the many romantic stories, with its cries of "love at first sight", "Never ending love", and that running and hugging... in the park... in open field... with slow motion, and its many incidents and accidents, many twists and turns, and its high emotions and vehement declarations..... Moving us with very strong feelings and mixed emotions of joy and fulfillment, confidence and motivation, pain and sorrow, love and endearment, confusion and frustration, laughter and tears.....
Then the many heroic stories of one against a million enemies, fighting with bare hands against many skillful and experienced soldiers with intimidating and sophisticated weapons and arms, then the many enormous explosions and bombastic chasing and fighting scenes, Then the bloodsheds... the many accidents, deaths, injuries and dismemberments...Then the good men win, and shout.... and scream.... in triumph and victory.... Then the happy ever after.....
Then back to the real world....
Now come the biggest loser....
Now come the timid and trembling...cowering in fear and awe.... awaiting orders and instructions.... relying on friends and family.... pushing away responsibilities and blames... heaping abuses and insults on others.... dominating the stage, the scenes, and the plays.... ever winning or losing.... with no shoulders to rest, weep or cry....
Then back to the dream world....
Then back to the real world....
Then back to the dream world....
Then back to the real world....
Life becomes a drag, a burden of responsibilities, a lifeless life.... when we begin to live in both worlds.
Then we look at the ducklings, the baby geese, the butterflies, the dragonflies, the ladybugs, the grasshoppers, the crickets, the ants..... and wonder what and how we have lost ourselves and our way......
With elegance and style, they glided through the world.
Then more and more of them jumped in with styles and confidence.
No... no.
They wouldn't die easy in the world....
It was their nature to live and have their being....
No... no.
They are not living in both world!
They are all living in their own real world, enjoying their lives, under the blessings and provisions of their God.
No... no.
They don't chooses to live in both worlds.
I was curious as to whether the ducklings and baby geese could swim.
My heart throbbed for them as I observed the first one in the water....
With elegance and style, it glided through the water.
Then more and more of them jumped in with styles and confidence.
No... no.
They wouldn't drown in still water.
It was their nature to swim and play in water.
...And I was happy for them.......
*******
As I grew, I learned to love to chase after butterflies, dragonflies, ladybugs, grasshoppers, and crickets with my family, relatives and friends....
Sometimes moving around the garden and recreation park, chasing and catching them with bare hand....
Then one day I observed an army of ants tackling a grasshopper...
I was worried whether the weak and vulnerable social insects were able to get through the day.
Then I saw how the ants attacked the grasshopper and brought home their bounty reward.
No... no.
The weak and vulnerable would encourage themselves to go on.
They always worked in group and they helped one another, with one mind, one heart, one soul, one spirit, one hope and one strength.
They fought and won with style.
Even those that died were not died easy in opened country.
It was their nature to live and have their being.
...And I was happy for them.......
*******
When I grew up and was ready for my type of battle....
I was sad to behold the scheming and plotting of the weak and vulnerable....
I was sick of the bullying and harassment by the strong and powerful....
Then the adult would say, "Come out of your dream world into the real world."
And so I was taught to live in both worlds.
In my dream world....
Peter Pan beats Captain Hook in every way, shape and form!
The toy soldiers save and rule the world!
Rambo struggles against deadly odds and vows revenge on those who made him an enemy!
Robin Hood robs the rich to give to the poor!
And many myths, heroic epics, fairy tales, folk tales and legends that depict how the weak and defenseless stand up against the giants of their days.
Then the emphasis on scenic lots, beautiful homes, commercial spaces, quiet retreats, and island paradises that provide temporary shelter or permanent recluse for those who refuse to fight anymore.
Then the many romantic stories, with its cries of "love at first sight", "Never ending love", and that running and hugging... in the park... in open field... with slow motion, and its many incidents and accidents, many twists and turns, and its high emotions and vehement declarations..... Moving us with very strong feelings and mixed emotions of joy and fulfillment, confidence and motivation, pain and sorrow, love and endearment, confusion and frustration, laughter and tears.....
Then the many heroic stories of one against a million enemies, fighting with bare hands against many skillful and experienced soldiers with intimidating and sophisticated weapons and arms, then the many enormous explosions and bombastic chasing and fighting scenes, Then the bloodsheds... the many accidents, deaths, injuries and dismemberments...Then the good men win, and shout.... and scream.... in triumph and victory.... Then the happy ever after.....
Then back to the real world....
Now come the biggest loser....
Now come the timid and trembling...cowering in fear and awe.... awaiting orders and instructions.... relying on friends and family.... pushing away responsibilities and blames... heaping abuses and insults on others.... dominating the stage, the scenes, and the plays.... ever winning or losing.... with no shoulders to rest, weep or cry....
Then back to the dream world....
Then back to the real world....
Then back to the dream world....
Then back to the real world....
Life becomes a drag, a burden of responsibilities, a lifeless life.... when we begin to live in both worlds.
Then we look at the ducklings, the baby geese, the butterflies, the dragonflies, the ladybugs, the grasshoppers, the crickets, the ants..... and wonder what and how we have lost ourselves and our way......
With elegance and style, they glided through the world.
Then more and more of them jumped in with styles and confidence.
No... no.
They wouldn't die easy in the world....
It was their nature to live and have their being....
No... no.
They are not living in both world!
They are all living in their own real world, enjoying their lives, under the blessings and provisions of their God.
No... no.
They don't chooses to live in both worlds.
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