week 21/5/27

Most Sundays I get up late, but recently I have back pain, so this morning I decided to exercise by taking a walk to the beach.  The fastest route is 1.2 miles.

The windy, cloudy, and warm weather was a perfect day for taking a walk.  I loved the sweet white pikake flower on the neighborhood fence; I greeted the people walking their dogs; I took some pictures of the white puffy clouds; I listened to the birds chirping busily; I wondered if someone ever got caught grabbing ripped mangos hanging down from giant trees.

Uniformed policemen were enjoying their break as I walked past them, one with breakfast in his hand. Most of a half marathon’s participants on the bright orange coned-road were walking past me, except one old tall man who was still running. When I grow old, I’d love to be that old lady runner with a casual yet winning smile.

Unlike last time I saw it, the ocean today was colored in platinum in the morning sun. Perhaps the wet air had made it look sophisticated and chic, with a light touch of resilience. Nature is an artist is nature is an artist, indefinitely!

I was glad I didn’t go back to sleep; my back felt much better. Returning to my neighborhood about an hour later, I realized my day had just started as it was only 2 minutes past nine.


Day 13

When I was lying in bed, I remembered how I was reading books while I had to stay in the hospital. I had a liver problem, and I had to get a surgery to test how bad it was at that time. I was away from home and alone by myself in the hospital for three days. I just read books in a white room and it was like heaven. Recently I don’t have time to read, so I miss my reading time.

My idea of writing a book started from the book “The Art and Craft of Storytelling”. The author of the book had to take care of her three kids, but she was writing everyday, and her story inspired me to write everyday.

Every time I see Kant’s book, I want to read it, but then I remember something is more urgent than reading Kant, so I go on to do that thing, and by the end of the day, I have neither time nor energy left for the book. I know I can find time to do it if it’s important to me, even if it’s just reading one sentence. But why do I think Kant is important to me anyway? Is it only my curiosity to know how he has said what he had to say? Or maybe I should just follow my intuition and see where it leads me.


Day 10

My nose was blocked and my head was dizzy this morning, but I feel better after the nap. Health is important: I can’t think when I am sick.

I must have caught a cold when I went out wearing only a t-shirt. It was too cold at a cafe, and I damaged my throat from yelling at the kids.

My writing is me having a conversation with myself, about my perception of this reality, which becomes my knowledge of the world.

It’s going to rain. The air is wet and the sky looks gray. I like rainy days. I am looking forward to the rain.