• 2008-01-17

    Never allow the bottles to block the view...



    I was browsing one issue of Readers' Digest and came upon this marvelous article by an ordinary American housewife.She talked about how her kids taught her husband and her a very important lesson about life(you see it right,about LIFE;actually all too often it is kids who teach us how to live), by asking them to play a game called "punchbuggy" during a drive to the park.

    The game was explained: whenever you see a VW bug,you identify it by color and give a light,closed-fisted tap on the shoulder of everyone within reach, the bug is then yours.

    The woman wrote she hadn't really noticed there were actually quite a lot  more VW bugs around her neighborhood than she previously presumed,  until she put her heart into playing this game.She enjoyed it tremendously.So did her husband.He once even saved up bugs on a trip he made and gave them 23 punches when he got home.

    Inspired,they started to see life as what it really was, enjoying every tiny moment of happiness in each of their days.She was painting her fence, then she was like "hey, look, how amazing the clouds play with the sun, how magical the sky changes in color and configuration..." She decided to stop doing her "job",  starting to savor that precious moment,the hell with the fence-painting.She certainly didn't get much work done that day, but she felt she was renewed, she was in touch again with WHY she had been doing what she was doing...

    So now we see punchbuggy is not just a game, but a continuing learning experience.

    Robert Louis Stevenson spent much time bedridden because of poor health. when asked how he could possibly consider his days wonderful,he is said to have pointed to the sunlight streaming through his window and replied, "I will never allow a row of medicine bottles to block my horizon."

    When living our lives, too many of us have actually missed the  whole point of their existence. Work hard, get promotion, work harder, climb even higher... But for what? and When will you ever pause and enjoy life, which should be the ultimate mission of our being?

    One of my very appreciated Chinese anchormen, Rui Chenggang, once noted to a reporter he didn't stash much casual wear in his wardrobe , for he barely had the chance or occasion to wear them.All he got is suits and ties. It struck me as a very typical example of how you could manage to drive "life" out of your "life" ,misled by the misconception of "life".

    Dear readers, how many times have you "righteously" allowed your "row of medicine bottles" to block the wonderful view of life?