The balance of power


“The balance of power around the world is changing.” He says.

“Em…”I murmur.

“Ancient people would reason the serious natural disasters that there must be changes of sovereignty or political power.” He continues.

“Really?”

“Like in the bible, the birth of Jesus.”

“There was a very bright star, not a disaster.”

“Like the death of Jesus.” He changes.

“Yup, and whatelase?” I ask.

He is silent.

“Are you talking about the great Earthquake in China and the birth of new China.” I ask and give him some examples.

“Do you also mean the Hurricane Katrina and the presidency of George Bush?” I wonder.

“Also the famine in Japan during world war II?”

“Do you believe that history will repeat itself? It will repeats in such cunning disguise that we never detect the resemblance until the damage is done.” He worrys.

And I am silent.

War does not determine who is right, only who is left.

I am sorry that I didn’t update my stories with my boss for this week as I was super busy. The world are debating and concerning the situation in Afghanistian in these few days. And Biden adminstration is busy about blaming everyone but himself for the chaotic withdrawal from there.

“Before the militory withdrawal from Afghanistian, people are concerning about when will the US government withdraw. After the chaotic withdrawal from there, people are concerning about how did the US government withdraw.” My boss rolls his mobile and says.

“Yup, but Mr. Biden has already expained that there is never a good time to withdraw US forces. And people agree to withdraw US troops from there at the very begining.” I say.

“The main concern is Democracy will be a problem sometime.” He explains.

“May I ask why?” I confuse.

“Decision making is too slow. Sometime we need to do it fast.” he emphasises. “Reacting time is the key especially during wars. You cannot wait!” he stresses. 

“No mather how powerful of your armaments, no mather how advanced of your militory technology, if you don’t act fast, you loss.” He affirms.

“So much of our lives is given over to the consideration.” He suppresses his sadness when he sees the images from the social media.

“Maybe this is one of the problems about work from home.” I say.

Why do Horseshoes mean Lucky?

I have received a very interesting coin recenetly. It is a coin in a horseshoe shape.

2021 Palau Lucky Horseshoe Antique Finish High Relief Silver Coin

Some people may see western people hang horseshoes over their doors of the buildings. Someone like me would like to ask the reason behind this little thing. Why horseshoes?

Let me share you a story about hanging horseshoes over the doors.

This story is about a hermit – St. Dunstan.

St. Dunstan was a very quite and humble hermit as well as skilled metalworker. He lived in a hut where near the church of St Mary.

One night, there was a Devil came to his hut as a woman. However, St. Dunstan vigilantly noticed that he was a Devil instead of a woman. He saw his cloven hooves beneath the dress he wore. Dunstan noticed that the Devil was limping on one of his cloven hooves. He pretended to offer a shoe to help the Devil. He then nailed a red hot horseshoe onto the Devil hoof. 

The Devil screamed and begged St. Dunstan to take it off. Of course St. Dunstan was not going to do it easily.

He said, “You have to make a promise that you will always respect the symbol of the horseshoe and never enter a building that is protected by the sign of a horseshoe.”

Nowsdays, people are still telling about this story to Children in England. And hanging horseshoes over their doors have become one of their tradional. Also, people have different preference about hanging heel up or Down.

Some says that if you hang the horseshoe like a shape of a cup, it means horseshoe fills with good luck, holding it for everyone who lives in that house. 

Some says that if you hang the horseshoe downward, it means good luck flows out from the horseshoe and onto all the visitors and family who come into that house.

Up or down? Which one do you prefer? Let me know your thought.

Business competitions is on

Running a business is a chanllenge particularly during pandemic. Business environment changes, Business model changes, and customers practices chagnes. And companies have to be more innovative and creative to survive than before. 

“Your competitors are doing great discount on products prices. Do we need to follow them?” I ask my boss and show him the advestiment on the social media.

“The company’s best advantage should be a qulity product offered at the right price.” He answers with a smile.

“But they are drawing attention now.” I said. I do not have any ideas about price competition and how the business works. Maybe it is the reason why I am an employee not an entrepreneur. 

“If we let low-price competition continue to disturb the market order without containment, it will have an adverse effect on, and cause disorder to, the profession in the long run.” He explains.

“So, should we just…ignore them?” I confuse.

“If you have a successful company, you will get your market share. We don’t have a monopoly. We have market share.” He seems like care nothing about it and then sips his morning coffee as usual. 

I look at him and wonder. Will I be a successful entrepreneur one day?

The Summer Rain

It is a summer rain. I see children jumping up and down in the water puddle. They are laughing happily. However, summer rain makes me remember another thing. Something that I hope they never happened.

“let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday.” Boss tells me. 

“There are two types of pains, one that hurts you and the other that changes you.” He says.

Messages keep showning up on my phone screen and I cannot avoid seeing them. Thousands of unread messages popping up on my screen. I remember that it happened before. It did happen before. It happened in one summertime. A summertime that I cannot forget or force to remember.

 “It is a trap of emotional blackmail. It is a powerful form of manupulation. It leaves you in a fog when there is haze of fear, obligation, and guilt.” He looks at my eyes.

“You need changes.”

I look at him back and say “It’s hard to forget some incidents that gave you so much to remember. Some memories never fade.” I believe that I may nearly cry.

“Sometimes, it’s not only the bad memories that make us sad. But also the happy ones which we know will never happen again.”he murmurs.

But I hear it clearly.

It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds

After three consecutive rainy days, I look out the window to see trees which look greener. There are always some birds sitting in these trees and I believe they live there.

I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

I still remember how my boss asked me to stay here two years ago.

“Birds go wherever the food is and stay where the food is.” He spoke to me anxiously. I understood that he was worried about my decision.

“We are birds in flight, searching the skies for dreams.” I told him.

“Not every tree is a home for every bird.” He said.

“Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.” I told him.

“At some point we all play by the rules, whether it’s the rules of all mankind, the rules of the Father who is time, or the rules of nature who is mother.” He signed and I could feel his sadness. He didn’t want me to leave.

“Anyway, keep in touch, my dear.” He looked at me and looked in my eyes.

“Will do.”

“Protectionism. One day you will understand the rules. This is only one thing more painful than learning from experience and this is not learning from experience.” He said sincerely.

I nodded.

I was not so sure. And I am not so sure.