For the past four years, anytime I’m about to head back to the Yangshuo Tai Chi and Kungfu School, a mix of feelings shakes me up. This week, as the time for departure was approaching, joy, excitement, nervousness were some of my daily food.
Going back to the place which adopted me as one of its children back in October 2010 always makes me think how lucky and blessed I am. I can’t help but think of all the great moments I lived there, all the amazing people I got to meet, all the ups and downs I had, all the things I’ve been through which changed me into the person I am today.
I spent my entire last summer in Yangshuo, training Tai Chi and proofreading the 285 pages of what was about to become my first published work. Seven months later, I can’t believe all the things that happened. 16 conferences and talks given in four months, 600 copies of my book sold, and thousands of emotions filling me up every day. The biggest achievement of all is probably the speech I gave about my family’s history of migration and landing in France, how my parents started a new life from scratch after going through the unthinkable atrocities of war. It was the first time for me digging into the deepest core of my heart, getting my guts to spit out all these poignant memories and messages in front of an audience.
One thing I realized since then, something I didn’t want to accept as an absolute truth, but have to swallow down hard now, “Happiness is only real when shared.” (Christopher McCandless)
Success has a twofold sweet and sour taste when lived on your own.
I’m looking forward to being in the Yangshuo Tai Chi and Kungfu School tomorrow, my second home, before I can be with my family this summer.