I’ve always viewed my life as a collection of stories. All who have known me over the years have heard me tell and retell events in my life as a story. People often comment that I should write a book about the stories in my life. Never knowing how to start such a project, the stories of my life remain undocumented.
To this idea of stories in my life I have a few thoughts
First, I believe every life is chock full of stories. From the moment one is born the inundation of stories that will make up one’s existence begins. Whereas, I always relive the experiences I have been through as a story with a beginning, middle and ending, not everyone does this. I do believe the stories are there waiting for the person living them to see them as such.
Second, a story’s value comes in the sharing of it. Whether this be with oneself reliving or remembering the experience, or sharing it with others for entertainment, lessons learned, or even just as a personal history. These stories have value and are worth recording in ways outside of the pink mass residing between one’s ears.
Third, these stories may be happy or sad, positive or negative, meaningful or meaningless. Regardless, they are what make up the fabric of every person’s existence. Without them we would not be who we are.
Fourth, I stopped seeing my life as stories some years ago. I am not sure when or why this happened. As I look back through the recent chapters of my life, I cannot pinpoint the moment this happened. Perhaps it isn’t a moment but rather a span of time.
I realized this a few days ago as I was doing a write up about the Chiang Kai Shek Memorial. I recalled what was for me a meaningful insight as I pondered the exposure I had to stories of this man’s life. This in turn led to my reflection on the stories of my own life and what had happened to them.
This then guided me on a thoughtful journey of how I ended up here at this place and this time trekking through Asia. To this I have decided to share some of the stories I can recall that are key stories in forging the path I have tread allowing me to experience the treasures of Asia. Some of them are funny, others are more serious, but I hope by sharing them, they will be enjoyed by all.
我一直把我的生活看作是故事的集合。這些年來，所有認識我的人都聽過我講述和復述我生活中事件。人們經常說我應該寫一本關於我生活中的故事的書。我從來不知道如何開始這樣的一個項目所以我的生活故事仍然沒有記錄。
對於我生活中的故事我有一些想法
首先，我相信每個人的生活充滿了故事。從一個人出生的的那一刻起，構成一個人存在的的故事就開始泛濫。然而，我總是將我所有經理作爲一個有開頭，中間和結尾的故事來重溫，並不是每一個人都這樣做。我確實相信這些故事就在那，等待著生活在其中的人看到它們。
其次，故事的價值在於分享它。無論是與自己重溫或回憶這段經理，還是與其他人分享以娛樂，吸取教訓，甚至只是作爲個人歷史。這些故事很有價值，值得以存在於耳朵之間粉紅色物質之外的方式記錄下來。
第三，這些故事可能是快樂的或悲傷的，積極的或消極的，有意義的或無意義的。無論如何，它們構成了每一個人存在的結構。沒有它們我們就不會成爲現在的我們。
第四，幾年前，不再把自己的生活看作是故事。我不確定這是何時或爲什麽發生的。當我回顧我生命中最近的章節時，我無法確定這種情況發生在那一刻。也許這不是一個瞬間，而是一個時間跨度。
幾天前，當我寫一篇有關於蔣介石和中正紀念堂的文章時，我意義到了這一點。當我思考這個人的生活故事時，我回想起對我來説有意義的見解。這讓我反思了自己的生活故事以及爲什麽近幾年爲什麽覺得沒有。
然後，這引導我踏上了一段深思熟慮的旅程，瞭解我是如何來到目前這個地方和這次穿越亞洲很多不同的國家。爲此，我決定分享一些我能回憶起的故事，這些故事是開通我走過的道路的關鍵故事，讓我能體驗亞洲的寶藏。其中一些很有趣，另一些則更嚴肅,但我希望通過分享它們，所有人都能享受。