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When I was young, I thought that to love one self was vanity and not a virtuous trait. As I have grown older, that belief has passed away, as have so many others. There is a vast deviation between being vain and loving one self.

We are all in this world together striving for more or less the same things. To contribute and have our lives count for something. To love and be loved, to laugh and……yes, to cry.

We seek shelter, nourishment, a mate, warmth, clothing, friends; we seek approval, love and self-esteem. We are all imperfect. Often during our search we forget to simply enjoy what could have been, what should be, what might be, that many of our days are lost. Let yesterday rest, live for today, hope and dream for your tomorrows.

If there is some part of you that lesson your self-image, some part of you that prevents you from loving yourself, change it, for only you can. Life is filled with things we have no control over, but ourselves, we can control. You are the clay, you are the sculptor and you have the ability to create a masterpiece. The shape and form are there. You have to only refine the work.

Is the task an easy one? No. There will be sips and flaws and you will be sips and flaws and you will be required to work and rework just as a sculptor must rework the clay before the piece is completed. Should the sculptor throw out the piece condemning it as worthless because of blemish of nick? Of course not, where then would all the world’s treasured arts be? I doubt we would have any. How many masterpieces do you think have been created in one fell swoop, a first effort completely successful without error, without change? Is it possible we fail to see that mankind is the most marvelous of all works of art? A living, continuous, developing work of art.

How often have you questioned to yourself: ”what is the human race coming to” The answer, in my mind at least is whatever we make it, for we are the weavers of tomorrow. You are a treasure, beyond price, one of a kind irreplaceable. Not perfect but well on your way to be a masterpiece. Do not let your yesterdays hinder tomorrow’s achievements.

Again, I say to you that these words are merely feelings and thoughts, one person’s outlook and subject to change with tomorrows setting sun, as I too continue to sculpt the lump of clay given to me at birth, called self.

    As you step off Kowloon-Mongkok, you will be delighted to discover a Thai Food Station sign showing on the Metro Park Hotel’s board. Whales mooing over the loudspeakers candle-lit tables ,and colorful amoebic paintings instantly put you at ease. The waitstaff won’t wrestle you to ground in an attempt to attach a friendship ban, but they do have that serene demeanour common amongst hippies. Persuing the menu, you’ll find a variety of dishes well suited to the budget of a thrifty hippy. So for those of you whose wallets can’t take another battering, head to the Thai food Station. For RMB100, you can get a selection of popular Thai dishes, such as tom yam soup, Thai red curry and beef masaman. Unlike its competitors, Thai Food Station offers a large selection of small tapas-style dishes that sit around the RMB30 mark, like their Somtam apple(spicy apple salad)RMB38, a spicy seafood and meat glass noodle salad for RMB38 and Panadanus jelly with ice cream (RMB25). After having tasted these exotic wonders you will undoubtedly emerge with a large curly grin and, hopefully, a world lier stomach.

“Son,” ordered a father, “don’t swim in that canal.”

“Ok, Dad,” he answered. But he came home carrying a wet bathing suit that evening.

“Where have you been?” demanded the father.

“Swimming in the canal,” answered the boy. Didn’t I tell you not to swim there?” asked the father.

“Yes, Sir,” answered the boy.”

“Why did you?” he asked.

“Well, Dad,” he explained, “I had my bathing suit with me and I couldn’t resist the temptation.”

“Why did you take your bathing suit with you?” he questioned.

“So I’d be prepared to swim, in case I was tempted,” he replied.