KAO. Only here at 22:45, whizzing past the CCTV tower, the China World Hotel, the I'm-so-VIP-XYZ building, only after a week of working around the clock and a contract to sign at the office tomorrow on a National Holiday, do I gain a greater understanding of The New Radicals. You feel your dreams are dying Hold tight You've got the music in you Don't let go You've got the music in you One dance left This world is gonna pull through Don't give up You've got a reason to live Can't forget We only get what we give
I have precisely died a few too many times this week only to learn that this is how people live here. Money speed money art money gains money passion money no time. My co-worker said, "there's been one too many times when I pray to God in face of an impossible task, and I'd say to him, 'God, I cannot be this unlucky. I will pull through this... I will pull through this."
With my warped mind channeling Chinese churches back in Ohio, I asked him, "so... you religious?"
"Not at all."
"It's good to hold on to a God in times like these," I professed.
Truth is, I think I will continue to die. This is the precise feeling I get from work these days, but it is the kind of death framed like you still have 24 hours to live. So you race to the end, you crush and blow and speed until the world is your kaleidoscope.
Below is the phrase of the day. A co-worker said it, and I made him write it down.
Just hold on.