It's a beautiful spring day in Muzha. I get out of class at noon and walk down the hill to get some lunch. I see my friend Lara, a tall, dreadlocked hippie girl. She's got a beautiful smile and a tattoo on her ear. She could be from Berkeley, easily, but she's from Italy, and I always say a few words of Italian to her. "Come vai?" I ask when I see her approaching the piazza on campus.
I feel at home speaking with her, because I am also a hippie, though without the dreads or the tattoo. I've danced barechested in the desert, jumped out of an airplane, sang my heart out to a big crowd, painted pictures in cafes. We, the hippies, want free love, boundless self-expression, creativity, and freedom.
In Taiwan, I find an old part of me, very comfortable drinking tea and talking about the Dao, even willing to help people save a little face.
But, there's one thing that I miss about the Bay, that I don't tell my Taiwanese friends about. Lara and I say bye, we smile, and then something happens that doesn't happen much in this Confucian land. We give each other a big warm hug.
Yeah, Chinese-like Taipei boy is busted. Definitely homesick!
This is on the Berkeley campus, a few blocks from where I used to live. It makes me homesick. It makes me happy.
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Alternate life of never give up color-full dream of passion, but live in this now reality with two feet on ground, and strong,too. Wait for love but listening to love in here and in now that exist always. Making many friends. Healthy and kindness and friends is more important than greed or many monies. Kissing goodbye to common idea of dream, even my idea of dream, but maybe have other one happening right now, of bigger love, more fun, more happiness, than we could have ever dreamed about.
1 comment:
i love this video~我的心覺得好溫暖
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