I believe we all live in more than one dimension in our life. They are in different sizes, stand-alone and isolated from each other. Working is one of them but it is just like a dust particle. The people we meet and the things we encounter inside are treated sacred only in this tiny little particle and no more than that. We have to obey the absurd values set by the dominating people only because we have to temporarily visit there for our living. We have a much bigger personal universe outside. At there, we can embrace our unique values and belief. We don't need to be afraid of asking why and disobeying against the majorities. From there, when we magnify the particle and the people inside with our microscope, we will find that they are just a bunch of molecules vibrating without thoughts and self-determination.
We all have our unique destiny to fulfill. However, on our journey, there are always noises telling us what to do. If we listen to them without using our own discretion, after sprinting to the end point, looking back, we will discover that all over our trails are other one's footsteps and handprints. Our whole life will turn out fulfilling other one's destiny.
Wing and I haven't attended any of the flower carnival events this year. Instead we visited a cathedral where, for some reasons, we always missed the chance to set our feet in before. We took quite a few pictures and here is one of them from Wing.
The dry and cold weather is always on the top of people's chat list in this winter. This is the hardest season ever since I inhabited in this town. With the effect of the wind chill factor, the day time temperature could be like below zero. I was told that this was the coldest July since the 19th century. Together with the short day light hours, a sluggish atmosphere masks everywhere. My mood bears the direct impact. Some of my plants are dying but I can do nothing. Looking at the calendar, there are still two months to go before spring time. I have got to do something to cheer myself up.