Your life is what you see in front of you. -An-mei

Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.

Don't think too much. That makes you believe you have more choices than you do. Then you mind becomes confused.

You can get sucked into the idea that, 'Gosh, this is impressive. Maybe I should do this. It will look good.' Or 'I'll write like this because it will impress that critic.'

But now that I am old, moving every year closer to the end of my life, I also feel closer to the beginning. And I remember everything that happened that day becasue it has happened many times in my life. The same innocence, trust, and restlessness; the wonder, fear, and lonliness. How I lost myself. I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

Why do some memories live only on your tongue or in your nose? Why do others always stay in your heart?

You see what power is holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.