After 269 days,I was in Imam Khomeini airport and decided to spend the rest of the money to buy a ticket home.The very next day,I stood in front of my home,waiting my parents open the door for me.
When did I come up the idea to start such a journey?I asked myself.
I supposed it be on the train to Lhasa,Tibet,I made my mind that I need to do another time,more meaningful and profounder after my mandatory military service.
Back the time in Lhasa,I had a chance to go to the north of the city,to see their God's lake,Namutso(pronounciation).There,I experienced a tremendous and profound inspiration,which no one should have faith to get the enlightment from above but from your heart.Once you believe,you'll feel like a new sprout growing inside of you.
There are so many things we could spend time for,why to chase wealth instead of truth?
After the service,I found a manager job in a hostel in Tainan.In one hand,I hope I could meet people to train and maybe,these people could help me on the way;the other hand,I need a job to save money.
On 8th,July,two of my friends who has been to Beijing with me on visiting occasion,standing by the port and watching me leaving.
With the breeze on the deck and the quite night of see views,I know the dierction I'm heading for is the future,a future I'm looking for.
In China,the fourth time.Three months to visit the provinces I've never been to.
I made a detour to Hong Kong.During the time in HK,I realized one thing:
If sacrificing my life for the life without self-thinking,I'd rather be free and chasing something I'm not sure whether I could but I love.
(在此祝沒有機會認識的小弟弟一路好走，希望你生命最後的70分鐘的CPR沒有讓你走的太痛苦。Rest in peace.)
In Yangshuo,I realized how fragile lives could be.When there's an end,no matter how rich or smart we are,we have to surrender.
(Rest in peace,my little friend.Hope the last 70 minutes of your life doesn't become worse with the first-aid procedure of CPR.)
Getting into Yunnan,I felt like living in the Eastern Taiwan,though there are no signs of oceans.
The people there are no Chinese,not only different but unique with their cultures and souls.
I got travel burnout sickness during the time in Inner-mongolia.
On the train through desserts,instead of sleeping on bed,I chose to sit with people in the connection compartment.I had no idea how freezing the night dessert could be.
There's a man who lent me blankets to make through the night and from him,I got closer to the lives of so we called "the buttom of society."And this is the first time I know what's inside in the package for occupation I'd ever seen in the train station lobbies.Nothing but blankets and something easy to bring and throw away.
He has a story and the cruel fact is that he couldn't go back as long as he lives.
The cold winds still blow in,as freeze as the stories...
Finally,getting back to the classic route of Silk Road.
In front of Mogao Caves and pondering,I chose not to buy ticket and left.I know I don't have it,the sense for ancient arts.
I didn't try and gave up for nothing(You could say maybe a bit for money.)
If I couldn't choose for myself and think in a winner way,I won't be prepared once I found out there's a part of thing that I couldn't make it.
Passing over the Star Valley,I was officially in XinJiang.
"It's dangerous there."
"We(North XinJiang) are irrelated with those things(massacre and terror attack) happened there."
"We(South XinJiang) just want to live peacefully."
We're ignorant unless experiencing.
The relationship between China and Pakistan is getting better.I wonder,if the Pakistanis know that the government of China keeps putting pressure on the Muslims in XinJiang,what will they do?
Or,we could suspect all the attacks are planned by THE group...
新的國家 - 吉爾吉斯。
The first new - Kyrgyzstan.
They have free wills.People have the looks of Russia but deep inside,they're horses running the freeland.
Pakistanis I met in Osh.We had such nights having traditional dishes and debates on Islamic cultures.
Syrian I met in Bishkek,the sorrow and tragedies happening there in home country are undeniable.
Taiwaneses,Donggans,Russians,and Kyrgyzes in Tokmok.
Spend three weeks there and I call it as - The freeland of horses.
體認到身為波斯人的後裔，他們塔吉克人還是保有著這支民族中最純粹的美好 - 好客和笑容。
The edge of ancient Persian Empire - Tajikistan.
Tajiks still keep the beauty of Persian,these are hospitality and smiles.
I got invited by the locals whose houses are almost 200 kilometers away from Khujand,the city I just arrived.
The underground drug sellers invited me tasting NOSE,the first semi-drug I'd ever tasted.
Meeting Ismoel,Muhsin,and Zarina family is one of the best memories in the journey.
There's an old lady who endured the sorrow of passing son and husband,who died of the same mysterious diseases.Without daughter who married and being alone,she still stands.
The little girl in the kebab stand,her family all has beautiful faces and minds.Trying to survive in the small oasis.
The dreams we wondered are not always the truths.
I couldn't find the views I dreamed for Silk Road though I was in the ancient cities like Samarkand and Bukhara.What I read on the books and stories about Khorazam and Timur are not the scenes here in Uzbekistan.
Samarkand farewelled me with whole night snow and pure-white paveway no one even stepped on it.
Freezing cold wind blew through the whole city of Bukhara and the shadow of me seems like a loner.
It's really beautiful in Uzbekistan but I'll keep it as some places I'd been instead of memories.
The life with a beam of light is not really miserable.
Our lives are like being on a string.No matter how great or rich we are,as the globe makes a little twist,lives would just vanish and sometimes,they never come back.
This is how Afghanis think,All the thing glory is destroyed by the ambition from the north and the struggles between those who faught for power,instead of the happiness of people.Snap!The lives they had never come back.
Here's the second Persian country,like a sibling of Iran because they're closer.But the fate plays hard on them.
I'll never forget the impacts Afghanistan gave to me.
Most of them just eager to seize the chances to cross the border.Once you made,you're half way to dreamland.
During 18 days in Kabul,there were 3 explosions happened in the city and two of them are the places I'd just been to.I was wondering how cruel and brute they could be to murder citizens for fulfilling their ambitions.
The lives in Bamyan were true hell on earth.If you've ever read the books and novels about Hazoras,you'll see the exact the way it seems in reality.They're group of people with different aspects toward religion and cultures and they were massacred and treated like slaves throughout the whole country.
Here was once the greatest city on Silk Road and now the things left are lifeless main street and huge part of lands with landmines underneath.
All the ancient buildings on the tops of hills are fading,as the lives of Bamyan.No one could spend their efforts once their lives are also in danger.Life?Become an easy word to say.
We spend our what we earned to buy the happiness we've never appreciated;they spend what they earn to accumulate the possibilities to grasp the chances,escaping the terror valley.
The kites once flew in the sky.Is there any chance they could see it once again?
To be happy or not?that's your choice.
This is one thing when talking about Iranians.
They don't really have wholesome government systems nor powerful economy.Iranians endure everything and try to make guests and friends believe they're contented.
In fact,they're not.But they'll try to find ways not to care about.Because deep inside they know,no matter how they care,the government won't hear anything,it only follows the systems they formulated in 1979 and the following power-holders take these as weapons to threaten people and reinforce their own ivory tower.
They're tough as their looks,excepts for the nights,especially quiet and alone,they would read memories which were once in their hands.
C'est la vie.
Happy/Sad,Success/fail,no matter what kind of two-sided words to be used.C'est la vie.
All the things you have now is caused by the choices you made and worth and regret are not necessary to talk about.
Whatever you chose,it's all from your side.
Some chooses to be poor,rather to surrender to reality,vice versa.
What you've been told and those you're not.
No time to sigh and nothing to be proud of.
Some watches TV to browse the world;some love to experience on their own.Some gather knowledge from books;some experience from their senses.
If we look deep,we'll realize lots of people around us are actually live in the hells on earth.Their lives are nothing better than those in war zones.Even more,somehow they're more miserable.
There are so many paths to choose on the way.
Some of them couldn't be devided by two because there are more than we think hiding underneath every major choice.
Our steps are like the stream of time,never stop for anyone.What we could do is to choose and live with it until we're old enough to walk.
If seeing through the whole process and finding out we're the only person who could make choice for ourselves,would you ever care about what others think or say?
No matter where you are,you're on THE way from now and for good.