When you already believe something, how can you suddenly stop? When you are a loyal friend, how can you no longer be one?
Don't think too much. That makes you believe you have more choices than you do. Then you mind becomes confused.
For unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted to be. I could only be me.
My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes. She sees those who have died and now dwell in the world of Yin, ghosts who leave the mists just to visit her kitchen on Balboa Street in San Francisco.