Some bizzare thinking of …everything? my life, yes.
Life of college free–what will I do without college?
“To be the school of my own, if not build a new one!”
I seek for knowledge. And college doesn’t include me from doing so. Living a seemingly difficult life does not stop me from doing so. Learning to wash clothes sweet and organized daily cook. A few bright looking dishes will be at ease.
I will have my own school. If not build a new one. My school be of the most minute experience you’ve ever had a walk on the channel a talk with the farmer, the smell of fresh sea in the market, the dust and down the roaring the quaint days ahead of me, I would ride a broken bicycle to see the night of any place on earth, not the city light or the stars on the plateau, but the scent of nature, the flowing river of outcomes, histories, sorrow and happiness, The tranquility of the world and the lonely lamp of my soul going to college sadly stops me from doing that.
Fortunately, I have seen red and learned a lot of ways of great living with no trace of college education on them. A person, homo sapiens with an education or not just loving heart cultivated organic in nature on its own. Is that worst equal to the intellectuals lingering in the most prestigious institution of the world.
As long as one lives up, right? Life can take as many beautiful ways as one might imagine. But the way to die as humans are so comfortable.
If not college, I would soon return to the corner of my hometown and start racing season change, perhaps hiding the word and tramping the mountain and excavate my own geology book within a year. Perhaps our very soon collect handful of money only support three meals after arrived to a new country and start my journey around there or sleeping in the seats of a green train that slowly takes me across all the climate zones in my country until I reached arctic or hong kong and can go no further.
I will bunk under the bridge at night only to wait a cheap job next day. I’m almost certain they will be short of workers at the time where fruits and barley and all the grain the city college students consume will come out of my hand or my hand that is operating dirty part of the machinery feeding and pungent oil and a few parts to keep it happy. I’m almost certain I will bleed. My back will be hurt after spotting a dozen hours. But it will be all right. When I lay down at the soil and watch the birds singing in the blue sky. I will learn precious truth. Never been told to any scholars and enjoy the meal and salary and chat. That could make me happy enough life. If I had been ever more observant patient, I might start to realize the truth of everything. And that reminds me for and croak and whitman and dickinson, you have never been to college like me and think like me, not the other way around. I am original and unique.
Tibet → Jinan → San Diego, from organic to modern city, I choose Tibet.
