I am back after six months' web absence. The beach did not notice the disappearance of a grain of sand, but it's a good thing that this small grain has the freedom of choice to be or not to be. I began the year 2012 by reflecting on the time period called year:
The period of a year is set by the natural rhythm of life on the this planet called Earth. It's an eternally repeating synchronization between Earth and Sun. The life of all creatures on the Earth is patterned according to the seasonal change within this time unit. Tree rings, for example, tell us how many years the trees have existed under the Sun. Animals live year by year following the same behavioural patterns synchronized to the Earth's orbit path around the Sun. Unlikely the natural year which repeats itself without any set points of beginning and end, the human year begins on the first of January. Apart from its arbitrariness, it's a good day to set a goal for the year. Fortunately or unfortunately I have no goals to set; I'll be doing what I did last year throughuot the coming year, but always aware of my duty of making the best possible efforts to fulfil my birthright as a human being to be perfect. It may sound paradoxical, but this is not perfectionist attitude. It rather means: do your very best, and do not care about the result. Be happy!
The first half of the year has passed just as I thought and told: doing things I used to do: learning Sanskrit and playing piano being two main pillars of my daily pastimes while translating a few days a month for living. Just as I was wondering, however, whether it wouldn't be meaningful to find some concrete worldly duty, I came across an opportunity to study law by a sheer chance. Now I am a full-time law student busy swotting up for the May 2013 exams in Intellectual Property Law, World Trade Law and International Dispute Resolution. Believe it or not, I am doing it with the same enthusiasm and curiosity as when reading detective stories! Considering that only a month ago, studying, at that law, was as far away from my mind as the Andromeda Galaxy from the Earth, isn't it a change? What could I say except that it's my angel again, and c’est la vie?