It was a long talk with my cousin in this French cafe (Le Petit Gourmand), and our topic was a grand one – about choices in life. My cousin was in tears as I started the talk by telling the simple truth of how little choices a Chinese lady have after their 30s. Then I defeated myself by talking about the infinite choices we are having for our life if only we knows, despite of where or who we are.
If only we knows. Sitting where I am now, I could see 2 big doors opened to a closed balcony, a green plant right next to my table, several rows of bookshelves extends from wall to the center of the room. What’s the style of these doors? Do I know the name of this plant? Why it has six leaves on each stem? What are all these books on the shelves about?
It would be an extreme pleasure if I look around and knowing what exactly everything means. If only I knows, everything.
One thing I have learned most often so far, is that I have known too little.