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Today, 22nd of May, 2007.
墨爾本的秋味，開始鑽進西服袖子和領帶縫裏。樹上的葉子夾雜着紅色黃色與綠色，略微顫抖地懸挂在枝頭，倔強地向行人頷首。微冷的空氣，令人懷想起故鄉。
I have been thinking about my identity all the time. Sometimes the complex of alienation seizes me and becomes an inherent part of my conscience. If we name it "complaint" (note that it is actually not because I never get annoyed about it) of somewhere I should never forget, the reason is simply that it used to make me more successful LOCALLY but less happy IN THE WORLD. This feeling may be different from many others with the same origin. Naturally, everyone comes from a unique scenario. One should never criticize the attitute of another towards the same substance. Both are well justified by their experience and histroy.
Nonetheless, it is time to reassure this identity, not in a controversial sense, but with a considerate certainty, or confidence if you like. A stark national, social and cultural identity does not automatically imply ignorance or resistance to its counterparts. Instead, the most national, the most global. Patience, sympathy and tolerance form an integral part of this tradition, and we do not necessarily expect mutual understanding while keeping our own mind broad. On the contrary, excessive concession and modesty without principles will unavoidably compromise our independence and lead to the deprivation of self-autonomy and even social drifting.
Confrontation of one’s identity and experience, no matter happiness or sadness, prosperity or adversity, attunement or conflict, privilege or inequality, peace or hardship, underlies his largest potential to withstand temptations and challenges along the path of his lifetime.
Let’s recall a few excepted paragraphs from Chinese lyrics:
Not every yell has no resonance,
Not every loss has no redemption,
Not every star appears only at dark
without the reporting of daylight
Not every dream is willing to break its wings,
Not every seed is blindly seeking the soil it belongs to,
Not every song fleets past the ears
without any trace in the heart
Although life continually demolishes our fantasies,
and there are losses that may never be compensated indeed,
hope still struggles for them persistently
With your shoulders up, please lift all these ~~~
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