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A poem, translated…

You May Not Understand

Every Word I’d Spoken

Some of the Pronunciations

Were Off, Others are, Incorrect, and Even More

Were Spoken Wrong From the Very Start

But, My Precise Meanings

You Must Understand

And so, this, is listening for the CONTENTS, and it’s important, as a good listener, because if you don’t listen for the contents of the conversations, then, you would’ve missed on everything that people are talking about, wouldn’t you?  Uh-huh…

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De-Toxing of the Human Mind

Spring cleaning time!!!  Awwwwwwwww, do we have to???  Translated…

Around the New Year’s, other than the external environments that needed to be cleaned, the minds also need to be de-toxed.

I’d stayed on the computers all day long, and one day, my computer stopped working altogether, and I’d taken the time that it was away, to clean out my room, and, I’d accidentally, flipped open that file of dusty and forgotten memories.

I’d found several diaries of mine from many years ago, and, it kept track of the ins and outs of my life, along with the complaints I’d made.  As I’d flipped through the pages, I’d felt, that the troubles I’d encountered had become light as the wind, with the passing of time.  And the love I’d cared so much about, had gotten, carried away by the years too.  And, when I’d written out my thoughts, that, was the moment, that my mind was going through the de-tox.  Those unspoken secrets, after they were all, poured out onto the pages, my heart felt light again.

There would always be a lot of worries, and troubles that we have, and sometimes, when we tell others, they may not understand, so, journaling became for me, a scheduled de-tox process, it had, the ability to soothe me.  After awhile, when I looked back, I’d felt, that I’d matured, that I was no longer, the me back then.

After each and every de-toxing of my own mind, I’d cleaned up ALL the worries, and made myself stronger.

And so, this, is the pros of introspection, by journaling, you not only get a “safe place” to complain about things, you don’t have to worry about getting judged by anybody, and, after awhile when you’d gone back to those pages, you’ll see, how far you’d come from then, and how much you’d grown, it’s a great way, to keep track of one’s own maturation process, and, it helps a person, to not carry everything on her/himself.

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As the Day is Winding Down

Finally, the day’s coming to an end…

As the day is winding down, do you feel, relaxed, as you’d done everything you know of, to make life better?  Or, are you still, hoping, praying, wishing, and longing for one more extra hour, to completely whatever it was that you didn’t get done?

As the day is winding down, a mother drags her tired body home, where a baby is sleeping soundly inside her/his crib, and, as the mother walks into the nursery, all of a sudden, she felt light, watching her child, fast asleep, inside the crib, because she realized, that, coming home to this baby, making ALL her hard work worthwhile!

As the day is winding down, people are still, working really hard, to beat the clock, and, with JUST a few more minutes ‘til nine, they feel that ticking time bomb clock in their ears, and, it’s, driving them CRAZY.  As the day is winding down, as people are turning in for the nighttime, there are those, who worked the night shift, who are only, coming to life, and, the scene during the daytime, on this same street, is exactly the same as it looks, during the nighttime, except that it’s without enough lighting…

As the day is winding down, a young child kneeled by her/his bed, to say a bedtime prayer:  dear God, please watch over mommy, daddy, granny, grandpappy, oh, and look after my teacher too, she didn’t show up for school, they say she had the flu, and, also, watch over my best friend, Jill, her parents are going through a messy divorce, and, even though she doesn’t say, I can feel how anxious, how agitated, how troubled she is by her parents’ divorce, and, don’t forget, to take care of my pets, doggies, hamsters, oh, and, my gold fish too………

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Unwilling

Found online, translated…

The memories of the past

Still tasted quite sweet

But the promises~~~had all, turned into regrets

……

My heart had ached

Your tears, fallen too

No matter how unwilling we both are, we will

Eventually, come to forget

The need of keep hanging on, will eventually, faze out

What we couldn’t let go of, will eventually BE let go of

And, so, everything will be okay, after the time had passed, is what this one is about, but, is it true?  How can one forget about the betrayals that someone close to the person imposes upon her/him.  This is still, wishful thinking, based off of my interpretations.

 

 

 

 

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Writing is a Lot Like Cooking

You must be patient!!!  You CAN’T hurry the process of creativity…

Writing is a lot like cooking, you must get the temperature just right, or, whatever it is you’re preparing will be undercooked or burnt on the stove.

Writing is a lot like cooking, because, as you’re writing your first drafts (you ARE, doing multiple drafts, right???), it’s like how you’re still deciding on what to make for your meals, you added a little bit of this, a little bit of that, taste it, and, if it’s bad, then, you’d have to, throw the entire pot out, just like if the ideas don’t flow smoothly, you will have to, crumple up that piece of paper, or, delete that file you were working on on the computer, and start all over again.

Writing is a lot like cooking, you just have to do everything step-by-step, and you can’t skip the parts, because it wouldn’t end up as you hoped it would if you do.  Writing, like cooking, is also a skill that will be perfected, with many practices, so, don’t expect your firsts to taste like those foods from the 5-Star Michelin Restaurants OR your first essays to be without errors big or small.

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Two Myths on Getting Published

Found online, translated…

In the American and European movies, you’d see this overly done scene: a writer, quitted his job, asked him why?  He’d replied, because he’d intended to write a novel.  His wife works outside the home, bringing in the bread and bacon every single day, while the husband stayed at home all day long, worked on that book, that only existed inside his own mind.  Short of a stamp, it can be mailed out to the publishers.  To the middle of the movie, there’s a huge twist in the story, the husband got inspired daily, and kept his fingers, flying across the keyboards.  The next scene, the writer appeared, dressed up to the nines, with his new novel published, and hitting the best seller’s lists.

Toward the publishing realm in Taiwan, this, is just a myth.  Toward my own understanding of the situation now, this, is still only a myth.

Being a writer is a career that lets most people down.  Because the writer’s work is a mythical creation.  Because even though, the writer’s heart is lonely, away from the rest of the world, her/his writing can still manage to get the public going, because nobody can clearly describe the depth of the soul, the dangers, and the excitements it has of offering you, but someone was willing to cast a line, and see what one may catch.  Used his own sorrows, to refer to the world’s sorrows.  Giving the writer a respect, and imagining what a wonderful life the writer has, this, may be the feedback the writer receives, from the hardships of her/his own life, the return of morale.  And so, when someone congratulated me on publishing a book and how I should take everybody out to celebrate, I’d felt gratitude toward the caller, and, in my heart, I’d felt that I’d let her/him down once more.

Writing in Taiwan can only become a secondary job.  Like in the olden days, when the men would head out to work, while women picked up the spare jobs of handiwork to make the extra money, to help make ends meet.  There’s nothing wrong with that, being a writer is kind of a handiwork too.

In order to cast her/his line lower, a writer must have a larger reader pool.  And, for the sake of this unknown, but supposedly fruitful venture, the writer is willing to give up a steady job, for the sake of writing a book.  But, it may not proven to be fruitful in the end, because there are a TON of writers, competing here, in Taiwan.  Writing, is not measured by the monetary gains, besides, there are a lot of “selfish” writers, the completions of their novels are for solely themselves, not to appease the readers.

The writers had not met up to the mass public’s expectations.  This, is a vanishing myth.

There are more, readers and nonreaders in China more than in Taiwan, apparently, when the writers from Taiwan get their books over the straight, of course, it’s to appease to those who would read them.  I once had the chance, of publishing my writings abroad too, but, I’d offended the officials because my book talked about the war of Kinmen with China.  And this, is also, another weird trend in publishing.

The myths got destroyed one by one.  But not yet given up on, selling merely one hundred, two hundred books, I’ll still write, because myths are extremely rare, and I only wanted to be human.

And so, what motivated this person to keep on writing, and not cared about whether or not his books sold out is this sense of duty, he felt compelled, to pass the knowledge he has, down, to someone else, and that, is the true heart of a writer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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As Your Dreams Dimmed Out

Your dreams are slowly getting lost by the day, one by one, they’d become that candle that got blown out slowly…

As your dreams dimmed out, you’re still asleep, waiting, for more dreams, and yet, those dreams that got dimmed out, well, they ain’t NEVER comin’ back to you again that’s for certain!

As your dreams dimmed out, do you feel that strong sense of loss over them?  Do you feel that betrayal, of them, leaving you, abandoning you, leaving you, without hope?  As your dreams dimmed out, you don’t want to wake up yet, but, there’s NO more dreams for you to dream, you’d MAXED out for the night.

As your dreams dimmed out, what do you do?  You tried, to desperately, grab a hold on to them, begged, and pleaded even, with them, to NOT abandon you, but, they just, walked away, quickly, without turning their heads around, to take that one last look at you………

You are left alone, in the darkness, then, you wake, covered in COLD sweats, unable to fall back to sleep again.  And, when you realized, that all those dreams that were dimmed out will NEVER be returned to you, you feel that hint of sadness, slowly, accumulating, getting bigger, bigger, and bigger, until you’re overcome and overwhelmed, by that strong sense of loss.

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