Imperfection is real beauty
Food for imagination
Ego with humility
Life with curiosity
True soul in humanity

Ikebana is the art of Japanese flower arrangement.
There are strict rules in how and what to be arranged. I studied from a Japanese teacher from Ohara School of Ikebana. I followed the rules and learned the rules. Along the way, I have found the beauty of Ikebana is not the way the rules apply but the philosophy. I understand while I look at every flower and every leaf with respect.

When we believe that something is perfect. We stop searching for anything else; we shut our perception for any alternative. We allow ego to play significant role. Ego is good; it helps increase energy and drive. Too much of it, we lose respect to others. Ikebana teaches me to respect every twig of flower, every branch of leaves and trees. For me they represent each life experience. It is not always perfect, but full of stories to be explored. If we are open-minded enough and curious enough to learn.

When I pick up twigs I tend to choose for the one that is not perfectly straight; the one that bends. I see the energy, the struggling to survive to reach for sunlight. It is full of fighting spirit and energy in the stem. It will make the whole arrangement move dynamically.

A small plant coming out from dry sand gives the feeling of struggling of a person against all difficulties.

A dry tree on green rice field has a nice contrast of lost hope that comes alive.

A small wild flower popping out from wet ground gives the feeling of fertility.

Full bloom of flowers on tree celebrates life. All make me always curious to explore what a life has passed through.

Ikebana has a lot of rules but at the end, at least for me, there is no rule for beauty. The rule given is just primary guide to let us see the beauty of space and movement. It is the art of composition that can be appreciated in all forms – paintings, drawings, sculpture, nature etc.

Beauty is how you see it. While arranging, just be relaxed and go right ahead and do it. When you are used to it, it will come along naturally.

I am not the guru to say what is beautiful and what is not. For me the beauty is what one likes to see; it is when one feels it appeals to them. The same stem may be arranged differently. Some might rid some leaves. Some might rid some pedals. Some might keeps them all. But if for them it is beautiful, it is. Just feel free to explore.

“Idea makes money. Money doesn’t make idea.”

For me it remains true for myself. I see many successful people who are successful because they love what they do; because they have the passion; because they have unique ideas.

I have a friend who loves leather. His bag designs are very unique. He takes proud of it. He makes bags and he sell bags. Does selling bags make him rich? No, he doesn’t want to be rich. But he wants to enjoy his life. It makes him a good living while he has time to enjoy with his friends, spending sometimes to teach people who want to know how to make bags, buying pet foods for street dogs around his house. He loves what he is doing.

I see people who run after money and success blindly fail because they don’t have enough passion and love about what they are doing, because they don’t have enough knowledge of doing it, they do it because someone else does it and it has been successful. I also see people who have a lot in themselves, but don’t realize and know how to use to make them happy while searching for something ideal of which I don’t believe they will ever find. For me it is the excuse of not doing things.

Discover yourself is important and it can be very simple. It is just to write down what’s in you and how would you bring it out and use it for your success. There is no formulation of success. The key for success is you.

The path to success is simple 1st discover yourself and then 2nd do something about it.

1) Discover what you want. Identifying your goals.

Identify your goals.
Goals don’t have to be big but it needs to reflect they value you have. Goals are something you want to reach but not yet there. Goals are something that would make you better than where you are right now. Goals are the evaluation and drive for you to move forward. Goals are what you are looking for. Goals are what you want to make a difference about it.

Rate yourself from one to ten in each of the life areas. Ten being perfect, it can’t get any better, one meaning lots of improvement is needed in this area.
Health:
Career:
Money:
Family:
Peace:
Fun:
Relationship(s):
Fulfillment:
Anything else that you want to add.

2) Do something about it

1) Look at the lists and think about 1 area most important to you. Think about 1 thing you would like to make a difference, what you would like to achieve that would make the biggest difference in your life in the next 6 months. It could be as simple as to lose weight.

2) What would be the most benefit to you when you achieve it? This will help double check your goal whether it is something that you value or something that you really want. If the benefit is clear and it is what you really want. You will be more committed into it. It could be that you want to lose weight so that you can do what you would love to do – climbing mountains, wearing your favorite swimsuit, or as simple as to attract the person you like next door.

3) Imagine what your life would be when you achieve the goal. This will help to plant and confirm the need inside you.

4) Everyone have the excuse of not doing it. Write down the excuse that you usually use when you do not want to do things. Then kill the excuse. I don’t have time, find time. I don’t have a trainer, find a trainer. I have to stay back and work, go out and come back later. I am …, no you are not. Get your act together and do it. Think about what you would be if you could eliminate things that hold yourself back.

5) Draw up a plan. How would you do to achieve the goals, what steps to be taken, who will you seek help with, where would you do it, and when you would start? Do not think you will try, but commit with it. If you cannot commit, go back to step 1 and 2. It might be something that you don’t really want in the first place. If family is your value you will find time to be with your children.

6) Double check along the way whether you are on track. If you are, ask yourself why, so that you can repeat that behavior. If you are not, change it.

7) When you achieve your goal. Find time to celebrate it. Go to a movie. Buy yourself a nice bag. A best thing to do is to find a reason of being successful to celebrate.

Go after another goal. Hah Hah That is life, isn’t it?

If you don’t smile, the world will stop smiling at you. It is a give and take. People are selfish. They would try to avoid anything that will make them feel uneasy, things that will not make their day. The world is cruel. The world is not that friendly. The world will only be friendly with the person who is friendly to the world.

Take things easy as it comes. Take things easy as it goes. Take things the way it is. Just take it. We cannot control what comes to us. But we can control how to take it. Many times we take it harder than it actually comes. Why? Because it concerns with the set of value, the set of hopes, the set of aspirations that we have. We protect our territory. We guard it with fear and aggression. We just hope that we would be right at all time while we are not really bothered whether it would wrong someone; yes, as long as it is proven to us that we are right, even by ourselves, alone.

We devour many things in our lives. The best part is we devour our ego. We love that too much when we feel we are better than someone else surrounding us. We love that no matter whether we hurt someone. We are addicted to it. Actually we cannot live without one. We are taught to live with pride, dignity with whatever that the society tells us to believe. If we don’t we are a person without the future. We are the person without brain. We should be ashamed to ourselves.

How many times in our lives that we think that we actually do what we really believe in, just purely do it for the sake of doing it and will not let someone know about it? How many times that we actually follow our pure heart without any perception, without any frame of mind, without reference, without caring what others will think? We just do whatever that we are told, whatever we are made to believe to do.

Life is tough to live already. We just make it tougher for our lives to live. We just make it tougher for our mind to take. We just make it tougher for our brain to work. We really make it tougher to live to what we set as the parameter. We push the limit, but who actually set the limit? We do or the society does. How many times that we actually set our own limitation without shame that it is all what we can live with?  We just live with whatever is set for us. We are born to be hanged. We are born to be chained. We are born to be bound. Why can’t we be born to be free? Why can’t we just set ourselves free?

In fact the very persons who ties our mind, our hands, and our bodies are we. We live with what our mind set us to live. We make all excuse to live the most comfortable lives with stirs of mind. The mould of the mind that we have is the mix that we just said it is the right taste for us. It needs to be smooth, sweet enough, and salty enough, with no bitterness. And the blend we have is just right for us that are what our mind said.

A tree stands there. Wind blows. Storm comes. The tree remains tree. The tree has life. The tree has feeling.  The tree has whatever it takes to live. Why can’t we live like a tree? Why can’t we just be there and stand with the mind of our own. Storm might uproot us. But at least we still can say that we are a tree. For us human beings, who we really are; a smart one, an ugly one, a handsome one, a stupid one?  We can’t just be the one, the only one unique in the world, the only one that no one can compare. why can’t we just be?

In a lifetime of a man, he is always on a search, never-ending search. He thinks he will find, but when he arrives, he starts another search again, because what he thought he was looking for is really not what he is looking for. He looks to further satisfy himself.

Is satisfaction the end of the search? Satisfaction is the feeling that one obtains what he wants; what he thinks it is worth the want; what he thinks it will make him important; what he thinks it will make him unique; what he thinks the society will praise; what he thinks fits with his frame of value; and what he thinks it will end his dissatisfaction.

I, as well, am in the same trap for search. I, many times, just keep searching, open the hole, go to the corner, walk a far distance, go anywhere, but I don’t really know what I am looking for. Sometimes it is just like trying to spend all the time I have in, what I believe, a meaningful way. I search, I search, I search, but what I have been finding is just nothing. What I have found so far is rejected by my mind. It is not what I want. In fact, I don’t know what I need.  We are trapped in the world of confusion, the wants and the needs. We want so many things in life. But when we have gotten it we know really well that it is not what we need. Some times and many times, we actually know in advance that it was not we need, but we still go there and try to find.

When would there be enough for the search? When would one give up for the search? When would be the end of a search? Let’s examine it. Let’s break a big search into small parts and then analyze and hopefully it will lead us to learn about the big search.

When we are hungry, real hungry, I mean really hungry. All or any kind of food will do. I once remember walking in the north mountainous areas of Thailand. It was a long trip, coming from Bangkok. We took a boat there. After that all of us had to carry things up the hill. We were so tired and hungry. There was a food stall, selling noodle. I ordered it and it was the greatest food I ever had. I ate till they ran out of noodle. I told myself I would come back again. The next day when I came back, the food wasn’t taste that great, in fact it tasted horrible.  The search ends with what we really looking for. The first time I was looking for something just to make me live, some food, in fact any food, to kill my hunger. But the second time I looked for a good taste. And what I thought it was wasn’t really what I was looking for.

The complicated life makes us search for more and more. When we search for food, anything will do. If we were lost in a forest, any animals, veggies will do. If we don’t have money, any food on the street will do the job to fill our satisfaction. But if we search for taste, where would the end of the search be?

The search will end when one feels it is enough, when one feels that what they have obtained has actually fulfilled the desires. “Enough” is when there is no more room to fill anything further. When the room is full, in the body and mind. When we are hungry, we need food. After we have enough food we stop searching for food. In our life, there is not only food (there is Tim Sum, noodles, rice curry, saved the well-known shops that served special Tim Sum, special noodles, special curry), not only air to breath (choose one, Hua Hin’s air, Bali’s, of course no one would choose Bangkok’s air.), not only one partner to sleep with (think about all the bars and night clubs and massage palours). All these add up to extend our search to be more complicated.

At the end what are we really searching for?
PP

Life is to live.
We live like life is unending.

Life starts when one first breathes. Life ceases when one’s breath stops.  The gap in between is the living.

Life starts the same way. Life stops the same way. One lives so differently from one another. All are in search of how to best live.

Life starts with insecurity, being sucked out from the warm secured womb. One cries for the first breath that one can grasp. And one has no choice except to start living.

We all search for happiness in life. We all live not totally happy life. Do we really know what the happiness in life is? We hear of course people talking about happiness.
But does anyone really have true happiness?
How can we get our life to live a bit closer to the moment of happiness?
How can we learn to live with the happy moment longer?
Life is to live.
We live like life is unending.

Life starts when one first breathes. Life ceases when one’s breath stops.  The gap in between is the living.

Life starts the same way. Life stops the same way. One lives so differently from one another. All are in search of how to best live.

Life starts with insecurity, being sucked out from the warm secured womb. One cries for the first breath that one can grasp. And one has no choice except to start living.

We all search for happiness in life. We all live not totally happy life. Do we really know what the happiness in life is? We hear of course people talking about happiness.
But does anyone really have true happiness?
How can we get our life to live a bit closer to the moment of happiness?
How can we learn to live with the happy moment longer?

When is the happiest moment?
The feeling of being happy is when we feel like the time ceases, the world stops. It is the moment that we want to live forever there. It is the moment that we feel it is too short. It is the moment that our hearts warm. It is the moment that our mind is calm. It is the moment that we are with one thing that we really need.

When we look into the eyes of the one we love.
We can exchange through the eyes warmth, caring, love and trust.
Have we learned how to stop that moment?
We start thinking about house. We start thinking of having babies. We start thinking of earning more money. We start thinking of possession. We start thinking of ownership. We start having jealousy. We start not to trust. We start to feel insecure. We start to reduce our happiness. Can we learn how to cease the eagerness of wanting more than just pure happiness?

Happiness is absolute term in itself. You can’t increase the happiness. You cannot rank how happy you are in 1 to 10 for happiness. When you have it, you have it. When you want to change the quality of it, you lose it.

When we are hungry, the happiest moment is the first touch of the tongue to food. The feeling of saliva mixing with the food we eat, the feeling of teeth chewing food, the feeling of swallowing the food just makes you feel like the world is yours. The environment stops. Have we learned how to stop the moment? We start thinking of what to have for the next meal. We start thinking of how we will work. We start thinking of how to impress the other at the same table. We start thinking of how to move faster in our career. Think about it.

How many times in our life that we actually, really enjoy the food in front, from the start to finish. The first bite tastes great.  We forget to taste the second bite. We put the third bite automatically into the mouth. We wipe the mouth clean automatically with napkin. We walk away thinking of what is ahead of us. Can we just stop and live with the happiness of eating for one time? Can we just surrender with the happy moment, not trying to make it better? It is already the best moment. Why do we want more happiness than the happiness that we already have in hand?

When we feel that we are recognized. We feel that we can fly. Life is so free. We feel the wind touching our body without any wind. We feel the world is ours. We feel in love with everyone around us. Life is so meaningful. Life is so wonderful. Life has no boundary. Then we start thinking what we will do next to get more recognition. We start thinking of having bigger room. We start thinking of having more money. We start thinking of achieving more. Have we ever learned how to stop? Have we ever learned to enjoy that moment of happiness?

When the first time your son come back from school with straight A’s. You see his happy face. You see his smile when he is handing over the paper to you. Yes! He is a real smart kid. He is gifted. He is talented. He will be a “someone” in the future. He will make a lot of money. He will be successful. He will be the president of the company. He can be the prime minister. Have you ever enjoyed that moment, a true moment in your mind with your son? Have you ever thought of letting him search himself for his own freedom? Or you start to put more chains on him. Are you doing it because you want to increase more of your happiness? Are you doing it to increase more of his happiness? Happiness is just there for you and him to enjoy.

We live life. We breathe life. But many times we forget that we are breathing. We inhale and we exhale without knowing the fresh air. Food is meant for eating, we never taste the real taste of food. Water is to be drunk; we never feel the coolness flowing down through our throat. We live life with something else. We never know when we will live.
But we live life like life will be so long. We live life like life will be eternal.
We live life like Life will go on. We live life without knowing that we live.

Happiness is in every moment.
Happiness is every day.
When it is gone, you cannot get it back. Sometimes it will come back again.  You have to learn how to enjoy it. You have to learn how to respect the value and quality and quantity of it. You can’t change it.
You have to learn how to surrender to that moment of happiness.

Life is to live
But to live life is sometimes difficult.

I was taught since I was young what the motto in my life is. I never understood what it meant clearly when they said “to make the most out of today”. I thought it was such a plain answer and it was a no brainer kind of answer. Along the way I start to understand what it means by making the most out of today. We might not live tomorrow. We might just go to bed today and never again wake up. Making the most out of today is trying t complete everything that we want to accomplish for today because we might not live tomorrow. We live reckless sometimes. After we are born we live life such as we will have another millions day to come. Have we ever counted how many days we have in our lives. If we live a 100 years, we would have 36,500 days to live. If we can live only for another day, we have another 24 hours to live. Think about it, do we actually know how many days and hours we have to live for the rest of our lives. We don’t know. When we go to bed, have we ever prepared that we will not wake up? We will do things today to prepare for what will come to us the next day. What would we do differently if we know that we will not wake again the next day?

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A house where we feel we belong, where we love, is called “home”. Our home is the place we find most comfortable to live in. We can do whatever we want (and people around us will accept because we grow up and are taught what to or not to do as a norm in our home.). We dare push boundaries sometimes because we know how much rules can be bended.

Imagine yourself owning a house, you will decorate it the way you want with furniture, kitchenware, paintings, ceramic tiles, etc. You will not allow when something awkward (or you think it is awkward) to invade into your home – funny furniture, funny paintings etc. When you go shopping your mind will start to scan at the products that you want to see fit into your home.

Our mind is our home. We are comfortable with the color we paint. We are comfortable with the curtain style, the armchairs, the wall, the kitchen, bed sheets etc. We will not allow something “off” to be a part of our home unless it gets the role in making “our home” ours.

Have you ever thought of cleaning out all the furniture? Have you ever thought of getting your place empty so that you can be more accepting of what you once called strange things into your home. So everything can fit perfectly in. Everything can be perfectly accepted into your home, into your mind.

We go inside our home, we shut the door and we feel comfortable inside. We would not feel comfortable leaving the door open. We are afraid that there might be something invading. Open door is the gate to open mind. Sometimes we need to leave the door open. It is just like we are throwing a party everyday. So we can have fun of strange guests coming to our home, every day.

I was born on July 21st 1964. It was the luck as I was told to have me born in the family. We did some rice trading, up from provincial towns to the city. The business was all right before I was born, sufficient enough to care well for a family to live comfortable life. After I was born, on the very day I was born, my dad for the first time got a contract to export rice to Europe. After that first contract, the business started to expand. Now our business covers, name it, A-Z, an airlines, beverage factories, properties, telecommunication, department stores, chained supermarkets etc. I cannot even count if some one asks me on the spot. I know all of them, of course, but it takes some certain amount of time to count and recount to make sure that I will not miss any. Never mind, I never bother to count them anyway.

As I said earlier, after I was born, the family business soared to the sky. I have enjoyed the wealth of the family since then. When I was young my parents would dress me up with outfits different from those kids of our neighborhood. I was proud of it very much. I liked to play with all the friends next door. They were nice friends to have. I would bring some import candies and shared with them. New toys I had, my father usually brought from America or Japan, I would share and play with them. I never felt greedy about toys anyway. If they liked it I would give them but had to be after I got bored of them first. After that my parents would get me new ones. Life was fun for me. They gave me what I always wanted, new toys, new clothes, new music, new stereo. I was told that I had always been the good boy in the family. I never smoked while my friends did. I believed my parents were always right. They gave me the best for everything.

When I was 7, the family moved out from the old neighborhood to a new big house. I liked the new house a lot, big compound, big land with a lot of trees and flowers. My mom told me that I should study music. All the kids in my class did the same. I started when my feet couldn’t even reach the ground. My hands flowed very well. Like a pro, my teacher told my dad. So my mom scheduled me for piano lessons 3 times a week in the evening. Every weekend would be the time for sports. I had to study tennis and golf. At that time they were not that popular. I had to learn because my dad told me it would be good for the business in the future.

After tennis and golf I would go for English class. I did quite well. Very natural, my British teacher told my dad. I spoke English well since I was 12. It made my parents look so good when they brought me to any receptions and I had to do some talking with many foreigners. I was cute and could speak very well their language. I answered questions very well - all were taught by my teacher. Sometimes I could initiate something but it was not funny and well received by the audiences. So I stopped. It was actually easier to get the joke from books instead.

After finishing the primary school I was sent to a boarding school in England. I learned how to drive car. I know all the car models. I wished one day I would open a racing car boutique back home. I thought of asking my dad for that. He would know better. He had to put up the money for me anyway. Life there was fun. I met a girl coming from the same country. She was beautiful. We went to restaurant together once a week. She helped me a bit with my schooling. She was very smart and very warm. She took care of me very well. She made me feel like home again. I spent most of my time with her, apart from studying, driving and playing some football, of course, for almost 10 years until I graduated from Cambridge. I graduated at the top of the class. I did very well at that time, thanks to mom and dad for preparing me since I was young

After I graduated I applied for a management trainee job for a large company in London. I got accepted, but my parents wanted me to come back to help on business. I didn’t know whether I could be of any help. My elder brothers and sisters take care of the business anyway. I am always the favorite in the family especially for my eldest brother. He loves me and he will go to the end of the earth to get me what I want.

I left my girlfriend. She had a job in London, a good job. It was sad leaving her. I told her that I would tell my parents that I would marry her. She smiled and told me that I should seek for the agreement from the family first. I was a bit annoyed, why did I have to get permission from the family to marry the one I loved? I told her that I would only marry her. At the airport, that was the last time I ever saw her again. I heard that she married with a businessman and has 3 children. She comes back to the country once in a while but we never manage to meet.

After I came back, I was asked to sign many papers. I became board of director for a few companies. Everyone in the companies knows me. They heard about me even before I arrived. They usually mention about me as the “proud” son of my family. I told my mom that I was in love with a girl back in England. My mom smiled and told me that it was normal for a boy my age. A few days later she told me that she had someone for me to see, a daughter of the Minister of Trade. She told me the family would look so great in the society if I married her. She kept on and on talking about how success there could be for the family. I couldn’t even open my mouth. My brother was better. He told me to meet her first and the decision could be made later. We met at a formal dinner arranged by my mom. My dad was there as well. The Minister seemed to be very closed to my dad. His daughter was beautiful, not bad at all, well educated, and very well manner. My family would always find what is best for me. I smiled.

We got married after a year of knowing each other. The wedding was talk of the town. Grand ballroom at the Hyatt was full. There were tedious things to do like religious ceremony and receptions. We had a lot of gifts considering the rank of her family and mine. Our parents made further noise by donating all the money we received from the guests to build a home for the orphanage. It was again talk of the town. They gave us a house of our own, built in the same compound as my parents, a condominium building that we could take the rent, cash, a lot of cash that we could just spend for the rest of our next 5 generations without doing anything. My wife had, apart from other assets, many sets of jewellery, diamonds, sapphires, rubies, pearl, even so expensive black pearl from south pacific sea.

We have a happy marriage. My dream of opening the racing car boutique never comes true. I am too busy with work. I have to attend the board of directors meeting all the time. Usually, it is not bad given that my brothers and my sisters take care of the companies very well. I usually vote to support my eldest brother’s decision anyway. He is always right. When I raise my hand, I would see his approval smile. I am always happy that he is happy.

I have a mere perfect family, a nice wife, two children, a boy and a girl. My daughter spends a lot of time with me. She will cling on me all the time. She is very much talkative and asks many questions. She is now eight, a lovable eight years old. She will keep asking me different questions with curiosity, like where butterflies in the garden came from, where earthworms came from etc. One day she asked me where the house came from. I told her, her grandparents built it. She knotted her eyebrows. We share a lot of similar things. I put her in music classes. She asked me why. I told her that her grandma used to do it for me; it is the right thing to do. One question stuck me was where flowers in the garden came from. I told her that her uncle built it for us. She said it was beautiful. She asked what came from me. I couldn’t answer. Maybe nothing actually comes from me. Maybe nothing.

The next day I wake up early in the morning. Put some gloves on my hands. I am going to plant a flower today

Darkness steals the night
In my mind thunder strikes
Every day every night, I sweat
Never want you to see my mind, I cry.
You just deem that I can shine

Darkness leaves, the light shines
My dark corner hides
I dance I sing. I tap
Laughter, sheer, joy in front of my eyes.

Now I shine as you mold me to shine
Daylight, my glory rises
I shine as bright
Every night I sing, every night I tap, every single night I fly
Your eyes are in my mind
I hide the darkness, now I shine

I search for love, I long for caring tenderness
I look at all eyes around me,
I look at all the stars surround me
I just realize not a friendly eye I can really see

Darkness widens, my mind, sinister night
In their eyes thunder strikes
I dance I sing I tap and I fall
They just laugh at the sight
I can’t shine, I cry
I can’t really shine as bright,

I don’t understand, I really don’t understand why you beat me to shine

I have seen
I have been
I have recorded deep in my eyes
Seek someone who can read inside
Seek someone who can see what I write
The book once closed will be unwritten
Just hope what I feel
Is recorded somewhere
Somewhere in someone’s eyes.

I see things and record it the way I feel. Laughter of others sometimes is my tears; cry sometimes my giggles. I don’t see the world the same way as the others see. In fact we don’t see the world the same way as the others do. There are 360 degrees in a circle. When we walk around the object we see different view of the object. Will there be any coincidence that the others and we can walk at exactly the same angle at the same time? Or can we walk into the same angle at the same time. When time changes, light shades differently.

How can we keep the same old feelings, the object there, but in fact we change; or the object does. We complain the world changes. We complain our friends change. We complain, complain and complain when things change. Don’t we change as well? We have seen more, we have learned more, we have passing through more. The record we have piling up with things that we have written. It is there and will always be there. We cannot un-write what we have scribed. We can just open it wider, and take whatever written to be the experiences that can make the eyes even more open to receive the world. Or we choose to narrow down the books to what we are interested to write and let the characters sink in with us, unchanged. Or we will allow those characters to travel far and wide to the world that they can be more opened to and they can be more cheerful and positively reflecting in our books.

Before the books closed, let see what we have left. Nothing! It all will be un-written. Those characters will travel somewhere as the reference to other books being written, be the experiences reflecting in other eyes that come cross by.