Nhân sinh hà xứ bất tương phùng.
I really hope so.
Another colleague said goodbye. He was my second colleague. The first saying goodbye was my first colleague.
They were indeed the first and the second because this was my first job.
I felt like an episode of my career life had ended. The pace was too fast. Changes happened without any cautions. I did not even have time to settle my own feeling which I spent rather extravagantly.
To think about it, it felt like an undrained condition of soil or an instant impact in dynamics. And technically these two were related concepts - by time. And it was the rate, changes relative to time, not the absolute short time. When the rate was relatively small, the body, herein soil and structures respectively, do not really "feel" the impact. And they, the soil and structures, even behave stronger than their normal states. And this was just a metaphor, about myself. But what would happen when instant impact occurred in high frequency, could you guess? The body, soil and structures, would slowly "feel" the very first impact, then second impact, and really have to shoulder by their own, real strength which, pray, was determined by their own calibre.
My writing had become so messy. Too implicit for both technical writing and leisure writing.
However, it seemed that life, or rather the odd, treated me extremely well. My first occurrence of anything was usually smoother than the second. It felt like dessert was served as the first course which was followed by sour and spicy dishes. Isn't it good? I would deem it good. Because there were things called once-in-a-life-time chances. I only did bachelor degree once, only did Phd once and I met him and him. My professor and my husband. Is not a good deal?
