A Way of Life

This will probably be my last journal entry for a while. The Chinese invented paper, and they believed that through writing, a person became immortal. I do not see myself as a man "of" the people" but a man who is/was "for" the people. I don't think people are wise, I think they just have a "way of life" which was embedded in them from their culture or their parental upbringing. A person of that culture will either feel jubilant, indifferent or angry based on what is important, who and what matters, and who and what does not. From this that individual will either support the community or seek it's destruction/reform or their their own. I have come to find myself struggling with trying to further reason with those around me and letting go of that which stirs like burning embers in a campfire. To tell myself let the people be and suffer what fate awaits them good or bad. But to just tend to my interests, well being and happiness.