THE FOG IN ARAMBOL
At dawn, I went to the beach for my usual jogging. It was a foggy day, and the sun seemed to be unwilling to rise.
As I jogged on the beach, I felt like running amid the clouds. It was as if maya (illusion) mixed reality with dream.
Then, I recalled an experience that happened to the Chinese master, Chuang-tzu.
“Last night,” he said, “I dreamed to be a butterfly. Now, I don’t know if I am a man who dreamed to be a butterfly or a butterfly that dreams to be a man.”
I sympathize with him. We cannot be sure if we are living a real life or we are dreaming.
Anyway, how about following the way our heart directs us? It cannot lead us astray.
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