Qingnong: stop being world-weary temporarily | 02 return to the heart

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Once, mind or body, we left the country-losing the sensitivity to observe life from beginning to end, ignoring the birdsong at sunset, forgetting the circle when the clouds cleared. However, return to the heart, will eventually become that stubborn tree, with its roots broken asphalt road, in your heart.

Paul Klee: Angelus Novus, 1920 |Figure/ Numéro Cinq

Benjamin used the Swiss painter Paul Klee's watercolor painting Angelus Novus to debunk the myth of historical progress. In his painting, the angel faces away from the future and toward the past,"where we see a chain of events, he sees only a catastrophe that keeps piling new ruins on top of old ones and throwing them at his feet." Angel wanted to stay, wake up the dead, heal the broken. But a hurricane came from heaven and beat his wings; the wind was so strong that the angel could not fold his wings. The wind swept him into the future with his back to him, while the debris piled up in front of him. This storm is what we call progress." | Chen Yaorong, reading Benjamin's Outline of Philosophy of History and discussing The Thief of Time

Return to the center, is the node that takes root downward and grows toward the sun. In this process, I choose to turn my back to the future and pick up the broken bricks and tiles; try to find the pattern of getting along with people and nature in the past, and at the same time, find a corner where I can land at ease for myself who used to be like a kite with broken strings. Although the hurricane turned into a sound of doubt, it was inevitable that it would be bumpy; however, if you fell, it would be good to get up again.

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About [Qingnong: Temporarily Stop Disliking the World]

I'm 23 years old. I decided to farm in a friendly way and bend over to live.

Since I dropped out of school in 2015, I have begun to flee Taiwan and myself again and again; in the process, like countless backpacker influencers, clichés:"I have found my favorite way of life and faith." Because of the stubbornness of caring for land and life, tearing between the world and myself, suffering, and then tired of the world; however, in 2017, I went to Southeast Asia, in the land flowing with the river of the mother, and many young farmers aged 25 years old to communicate, life (series of articles), I realized: "Because of youth, it is more worth stepping into the mud of the soles of the feet to nourish all things", and the idea of taking root was born.

World-weariness is because I still have expectations for the world; farming is my way of pausing for world-weariness, and my ability to find a frank answer to what man was born for.

Here, I will record the road from farming, perhaps twists and turns, but started, always good.

Labor lóo-lat.

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