Life, the Obstacle Course

The Air, My Friend

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The column by Jimi Liao, on the inquiries of a young child, translated, by me??o:p>

The Clouds, High Up There, in the Skies, Just, Drifting Along, Quietly.

The Wind, Blew, and Blew, Clinking Along.

The Rain, Came Down, Drip, Drip, Drip.

The Flowers, They?, Bloomed, and Bloomed, So Very Pretty.

The Birds, They? Flown to & Fro, Coming and Going.

People, They?e, All, Busying Their Lives Away,

Why Would, All of the Above be Wrong?

All of the above would be wrong, because it? all based off of one? perceptions, and, by the time we reached our adulthood years, we would know, by experiences and the wisdoms we? gained through the years, that NOT everything should BE based off of our perceptions, because, sometimes, we only see what we want to see??o:p>

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