Read a great short piece in the Times this morning.
“I’m
constantly aware of lost opportunities. I used to think such lost opportunities
were beautiful towns flashing by my train windows, but now I imagine they are
lanterns from the past, casting light on what’s ahead.
This line
put me back on the countless trains I rode in my first two years in China,
where I would stare out the window at the passing farm land, mountains, small
villages or waterways with something like this sense of awe at the vast
opportunities.
Each farmer
pausing in his field to watch the train could be me or I might marry his
daughter and somehow end up living in that space, working on that barge,
getting a bai jiu after work at that factory.
And like the
essay, these images were filled with both possibilities and sadness. I would never know that farmer or his
daughter. My hands would never look like
his or the factory workers’ or the barge captains. Was I simply a passive observer in my own
life? What was I going to do? Where would I go?
Thinking of
these as also lanterns from the past, part of me that makes me who I am today,
part of my internal compass, feels right and honest.
I am
reminded to be fully present in the moment, to not let go of these past images
and experiences but to embrace them as scaffolding upon which I might become
the best me I can be today, loving eating each meal with my wife and sons and
dog.
As a boy
I was angry
and afraid
today hoping
to protect my sons
from their
fears
until they
are old enough
to hold in
the tears
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