you see too many things
You can tell that time is passing because you:
– realize that your tires are worn and have to be replaced
– keep finding empty beer cans around, no matter how many you toss out
– find more and more wrinkles on all over your feet
– start to empathize with glowing tiffany lamps in lonely offices
– want less, have more, understand less, know more
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry;
I would climb the Taihang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow…
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook —
But I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun…
Journeying is hard,
Journeying is hard.
There are many splits —
Which am I to follow?
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves
And set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
The world will always be full of things you don’t agree with, don’t like, don’t understand, don’t believe in, can’t countenance, want to change, and are powerless to stop. In the midst of all that, you find one or two little things you like and you get excited about them out of all proportion and dedicate your life to doing them, taking time every now and then to eat noodles.