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Fate, reality, dreams, expectations, disappointments, money.  “Listen without judgement, help without conditions, and understand with caring and love, no matter what.” Growing up, we all have been encouraged to write our own stories but we are so oblivious to the fact that each of our stories had already been written by “fate” since the day we were born. We have no choice, sadly but to accept them with a little hope that perhaps we may have a chance somewhere along the way to make some minor modifications here and there when times, circumstances, and resources allow us. Nothing more.  “Expect the unexpected so

Death is weird.  After a while, everybody acts like it will change them and make them appreciate everything— friends, family, and each new day. But then, little by little, life resumes being normal again. You forget the dead person, or if you don’t precisely forget them, you just put them into deep mental storage, like you’re putting away jumpers for the summer. Years ago, I met a monk seeking solitude and self-transcendence in the jungle.