Life is
like a hollow bottle. We all have a different exterior appearance. What matters
is what is inside the bottle. My faith is: there are no white, yellow or black
men but only good men and bad men in our world.
Life is
like a falling bottle. In most cases we haven’t done anything wrong but
troubles themselves knock on our door, just as natural as the gravitational
force. My faith is: I can do something to save myself, anything.
Life is
like a broken bottle. It is brittle and insignificant. A soft blow from Morakot
claimed hundreds Taiwanese lives. A little shake from the Indian Plate caused
70 thousand Chinese deaths. My faith is: albeit the fragments of life are so
trivial, they can still arouse the sympathy and empathy of us the human beings
and bring great changes to the whole world.
Life is like a mended bottle. Scars are always left, which keep reminding us of the affliction and agony. My faith is: if we face the mistakes made wholeheartedly and spread our love and concern to other ‘mended bottles’, there will be no war but peace.
