Today I woke up and felt uneasy, reminding me that I’m human.

Tonight I read that People who lived through Yenan remembered seeing caves in valleys crammed with people, “many of whom had gone mad. Some were laughing wildly, some crying” and I felt disillusioned, reminding me that human comprehension is limited by the human mind.

Tonight she put her hands on another man, I was summarily dismissed from the group, and it made me jealous, reminding me that I’m alive.

Tonight I sat on a rickety wooden bench and fingered the yin-yang engraved in the middle, reminding me that it’s all part of the Way.