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It's
St. Patrick's Day, but I don't feel green. Strangely, I feel like to eat
Chinese parsley. Maybe to show green, I need to accumulate green in me
first, just as one needs to build up confidence inside in order to appear confident.
But when one is truly confident inside, he doesn't need to show confidence
any more. What a riddle! But life is full of riddles. Life itself is a
riddle.
One
wants to have a "good life", but a good life tends to keep its
current state and therefore prevents growing. One is afraid of changes
because changes are often associated with pain, but changes make life grow.
Human beings have unbelievable potentials - history has taught us those
painful unusual times also produced extraordinary people and stories.
This
early spring somehow spreads "mad" sprinkles. When I was walking
through the Arb this morning, the air was chilly,
and the peony garden was still bare. But I have never felt so strong that
everything around is pregnant and will soon burst into life.
(When
Jung began to write The Red Book, he thought he was going mad.)
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