Walking the path

I Went to the Change Your Mind, Change
The World conference last weekend. Mitra, the organizer did a good
job to managed a crowd of nearly 400 people, including providing tea
and lunch over the 2 days. The speakers were generally good, some are
just inspiring…

When I was 12 years old, I wanted to be
the Prime Minister of Malaysia. When I was 15-16 years old, I was
idealistic, I wanted to change the world, I wanted a perfect world.
But soon, I realized that the country/the world is in a mess, and I
can do as much as I want, but will not have much effect in sorting
out the mess. My energy is finite, I no longer aspire to change the
big world. Improving my immediate surrounding is much manageable
task. (Hmmm…. Maybe I should start by fixing the mess in my room.)

During the conference, we were ask to
attend workshops, on topics that really resonate with our heart. I
attended one of the work shop  on Racism And Intolerance. Sifu Yuan
Shi (a Ch’an Master) who happen to walk by, said that Racism is BLIND
(why blind? You may need to ask him yourself). I can imagine that it
must be difficult for blind people to be racist, by definition they
are having trouble seeing the physical body, let alone trying to
differentiate our colour. Interestingly, among this group of seven,
there were five people who had grown up in Malaysia, one from China,
and a Australian Caucasian.  (Out of the 400 participants, about half
are Caucasian). This topic seems to be resonating in some more than
others.

The other workshop that I attended was
the Meaning of Life. Actually, I did attended 2 workshop on this
topic, still unclear about the Meaning of Life after the first
workshop, I decided to attend the second. The lay facilitators
probably have some ideas of what is the Meaning of THEIR life, but
the rest of the group is still searching for the meaning of our life.

Being away from home, working long
hours (up to 120hr/week! Usually 50-70hrs), I did sit back and ask
myself, is this the meaning of life? Am I living or surviving? Don’t
get me wrong, I love my job, I love working. During long holidays (ie
more than 10 days), when I start to feel bored, I do ask myself, is
this Life?

The facilitators and some others in the
group, did suggested that there is a Ultimate Meaning of Life. At
this moment of time, I believe, that life is a journey, not a
destination. Instead of finding the “meaning of life” and work
towards it, I choose to wander along this journey, experiencing every
moment, living in the present. Maybe there is no meaning to life, we
just walk along the path of life, until we drop dead…

“The purpose of life is to be Happy.”
The Dalai Lama. That is another thought.

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