As I am writing this, I remember my breakfast this morning, it was an homemade egg sandwich. Yummy. And my stomach started to growl again, ha! I enjoy writing as much as I enjoy food and travelling. In many ways it's interesting, though sometimes tiring, boring and feel like I had enough. Perhaps that the reason why I haven't written much lately.
Speaking of travel, I traveled last week. Only a short trip to a place where modernity, logic and mature blend, and I was wondering of post-modernity while going to that place. Not the shortest trip, neither a comprehensive travel. The only comprehensive conversation happened on my way back to the airport. The 45 minutes talk on the back seat of a taxi brought my mind away to pages of post-modernity somewhere in the library's books.
The driver, a Chinese-Buddhist middle-aged man. He talked much about pluralism in his country and how he defined himself as a Chinese-Buddhist man in the world of modern-plural-advance minded small country. As long as I could remember, he talked more than I did. It was good, though. Everything is neat, clean, rules are obeyed, people seem satisfy with all circumstances, and things are on its each tracks and speed.
The plurality mixed, mingle but not blend. They are who they are. No border, but race and ethnic define. Life is on harmony. It's sandwich. But hey, it seems like a dry and crisp life, Red's Dad said. Flat, I said. Well, everything on its price. Nothing is free.
Does it what people wanna have in the citizenship life and our relation to our state? Rules and regulations are obeyed, low criminality, neat and orderly living, high income, good job, good housing and clothing... what's missing from the list? What are we thinking when quality of life comes across our mind? What will we put as criteria and priority?
The conversation ended as he gave me the bill. The words are echoing on my way back home: nothing is free...
For now I'll say: a delicious healthy egg sandwich and a cup of hot green tea will complete my qualified Monday morning. A qualified Monday morning, of course, includes Red waking up late, ha! And I must add here that I grilled the onion (not the usual), to gain its juice. Things need more work sometimes to return its best quality.
...and let our minds open, evolve and produce.
bon appetit,
-onk-
