From the new world

Just today, I met up with a friend online whom I have lost for years. It was a thrill to be able to talk to that friend again after so many years. It made me so warm that despite so many years of separation, we still have so much to talk about, nothing is more enthralling than to have something in common with the one you care about.

Listening to classical music was my all time favorite and priority in Life, but ironically, the reality in life always keeps me from approaching them closer which left nothing but a bit sense of regret. We analyzed the repertoire"Symphony no.9 from the new world" by Antonio Dvorak, its melody was often heard as we attended chorus lecture at primary school, Nostalgia, a reference to the major melody in the second movement. What does this music allude to as we listen to that? Does it have anything to do at all with the purpose of my writing this aritcle?

Separation happens in life all the time, to a micro point of view, particles separate in order to make a molecule complete. Apparently, separation does not replace the word "Loneliness" in biological world. What grieves me this morning, was to talk about the vulnerable future that people in minority could have. Yes, too often are we so fragile when it comes to making some critical decision under convention, and so is science. And too weak are we to fight for the way we want. For centuries, science was a mere byproduct of religion under the tyranny of Catholocism. Science failed to make a breakthrough just because the tradition told people not to allow it. In a close sense, friendship fails to develop as people put simply too much emphasis on tradition. I sigh over the time I have wasted, I sigh for the dying seed yet to grow into the most beautiful flower in the world. Yes, there is just too much to tell in a concrete way. Too much to say, but we put all waves and mental turmoils in disguise. I am grateful to finally have you come clean what happen between us,without hope, our faith does not fail, without prospective, there comes no disappointment, what was left behind－a genuine bless with sincerity.

I recall my childhood, which was built on uncertainty,real time adversity seemed there was no way out for a glowing future. I think that was how my personality was cultivated with.

The above seem to be several bits of fragments of memory and feelings. Scattered, and vulnerable; these are what I could alone remember.

I particularly enjoyed the conversation we had this morning which best explained the why which has been left in my heart for years. Friend, God gives everyone of us a chance to find the purpose of life, I sincerely wish you every bit of happiness.