And, you'd, planned it all out, too thoroughly, but, it didn't work, and the moment you let things fall into its, rightful places on its own, you'd, found exactly what you'd been, longing, and searching for…translated…
Many a year ago, I'd purchased my very first, house, right on the edge of the basin of, Taipei. An older apartment, with the stairs, at first sight, the place had, too many flaws to count, but, surrounding the location, the greens, like the nursery rhyme of childhood, "a creek before my home, with the slopes out back, the flowers growing all over the slopes, red as the flames.", and so, I'd found that place to settle down in.
As I'd evolved into a homeowner, that was like buying the very first toy, I was ecstatic. Without too much budget for the remodeling, and wanting the results, I'd had to, learn to, compromise; but this was the very first time I was "the head of the household", I'd become, a bit, persistent, including: the cement floors, the potted plants of greens, the chandelier, all of these were, a bit, bold, and of course, all my guests had nothing but good things to say, and, my biggest helper were the books. I have the shelves of books all in the walls, I'm not a "fake" literary, my house was too tiny, I had a ton of books, and, "overflowing" became the theme of my interior, design.
In the quietest place I'd set up my dream den. Next to that window, I get to, look out into the distance, the lace curtains, allowed the greens in, with my favorite stationery on the desk, the chair that's, ergonomically correct, with the bookshelves that surrounded me. I imagined, that in a den like this, I would be inspired, and, this is where I shall, hatch out my dreams.
Re-ment, Snoopy's Den...photo by the writer, courtesy of UDN.com
I'd gotten all in, in setting up my den, but the biggest surprise was, that I'd, rarely, ended up, using this room. Why? Everything WAS, how I'd, imagined, I could, find a place to settle in this room of mine, but I just, couldn't. Although my den was, filled up with the books I love, and I'd, planned out every square inch of this space, and yet, after a few paragraphs I'd written in this room, I'd felt, antsy, and had to, go out, to run around the house some. And in the end, I'd, found my writing corner in the giant supper table in the living room, and I was able to, feel, calm, and finish what I need to finish on time. My living room and dining room were connected, it is, more, spacious, and, the creative thoughts would flow better, and more freely, but how do I, capture it in precision? I really can't tell. Or maybe, it's that, feel.
And every time after I'd eaten, and I'd, cleared off my supper table, I'd put my laptop on the table, and start, that was, how my writing daily began. And, I can't help but think, that a lot of people had set up the rule, to find their ideal partners, and in the end, the one was, the least the person would've, expected. When ideals and realities collide, then, we will start thinking deeply about, WHAT is it, that we really, want? Maybe, I'm, just, like that.
"The Den of Snoopy" of Re-ment, then became, my prototype; to this very day, with a smartphone in hand, you would be in your, ideal, den. But, placing the tiny wooden desks, the quills, the ink, the typewriter, the leather backpack, the old telephone, the sealed envelope………looking at the smiles on Snoopy and Woodstock, my heart started opening wider, wider, and, wider. With my cellphone now, the box to play with too, it's like, holding that white and the red roses in hand, this is now, the ideal den of my, life.
And so, sometimes, you have this, grand view of how things need to be, and you'd, worked really hard, to make that view into, a reality, but it just, won't budge, and then, you'd let go of your stubborn thoughts of having things in a set way, then, voila, things started to, fall into, its, rightful, places for you. A lot of things are like that in life, and sometimes, we just got to, go with the flows of things, and let life take over, instead of, holding too tightly to that need to control every single, tiny little, details of our lives, and just let it happen, naturally.
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