Zen Moment

Zen Moment

A monk was in the lift. It was cold silence as the occupants were staring at the ceiling and the floor, and avoiding eye contact each other.
"Press N," the monk said.
"It will bring you to Nirvana."
The occupants broke into laughter.

The monk said that life is like a flower.
It blossoms for a few days and then the petals will fall to the ground.
But be not dispair because it will fertilise the ground for the next flower.

Watching the American idol, you realise that human are blind to their own fault.
Most believe they are the next American Idol. They feel like a million buck whenever they sing, yet when they sang to the the judges, they could send them to the next level of hell.

The other day I was watching a TV travel segment where this well-travelled foodie went to Asia. He has tried and has eaten all sorts of weird gruesome insects from cooked blood to live organs, only to realise that the most difficult to swallow was not an insect, but a fruit. And that fruit was the King of fruit - the durian.
Just one bite and he spit it out instantly. Tasted like rotten xxx.

Strange isn't it? What is so yakkie to one's taste is so yummie to another. I happen to love durian. It's heavenly to me, but it could be hell to another. It's reward for me, but punishment to another. Durian is so symbolic of the saying that one man's meat is another man's poison.