I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength. It was a strategy for winning arguments, respect for others, and eventually, thought neither of us knew it at the time, chess games... "Come from the South, blow from the wind - poom! - North will follow. Strongest wind cannot be seen."

too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.

I discovered that maybe it was fate all along, that faith was just an illusion that somehow you're in control.

I felt like a rich vagabond who had passed through the world paving my way with gold fairy dust, then realizing too late that the path disintegrated as soon as I passed over it.

Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?

To come so far, to lose so much and to find nothing. -Jing-mei