Across the Clouds
Hey guys! Its been a while since I've last posted. I've drafted it quite a few times now never able to get the words quite right. I've figured that the words are never going to be right and I'm just going to have to grit my teeth and just write.Lets start from when I last posted. I've been to China; visiting grandparents and doing a few other things.
China's always been a strange experience. In many ways I stand out from the crowd, fluent in English and a slight difference in attitude. In other ways I fit right in. After all, I'm ethnically Chinese.
I've been to China quite a few times now. The first time, I stayed for well over a year, when I was three or four. My grandparents looked after me and with that, a lot of the values and ethics that I had over my years in primary school were similar to my grandparents.
And every time I go back now, I spend as much time as I can with them; because those values are the ones I wish to always have.
Some of which, are already gone.
Fact of the matter is, my grandparents are all getting old. I'm very fortunate in having all four of my grandparents healthy. But I do worry, especially this time after leaving, seeing that they are not as young as they use to be. I worry my grandfather's smiles are tired and few. When I made him smile, I swear I 'd never been so happy.
I worry, that I might never see him again.
Haters going to hate
As a country, China has changed and developed. Its hard not notice the buildings which has grown and aspects which hasn't. Here in Australia, its hard to miss the news report and the newspaper articles detailing China's growth.
Numbers don't mean much, reality means more. In this case, they seem to match.
University has started and this year is a lot different from last year. If I ever complained about first year being hard, then I take it back. Second year is a whole new dynamic and priorities shift. What I said, a few posts back about getting our priorities right, has been harder than I thought it would be.
And with that, its clear that I'm a lot different than what I use to be.
If 9 year old me saw me now, he'd probably kick me in the shins. But perhaps thats normal.
He'd hate the hair gel in my hair, the new clothes and the vanity. He'd hate the arrogance and overall obnoxiousness. He'd probably approve of the sensibility and defending his decision.
Particularly the ones regarding his friends.
Don't count life by the number times you see flowers bloom
Count her by the number of flowers you see
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