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I truly need some smart people who are not afraid of me, who do not love me or like to cling to me. A little bit clingy is fine, but not too much. They need to be mentally alert and swift, and physically agile and handy to be useful. Sometimes when I tell them, “Hey! Quick, quick, quick, hurry and give me a hand! I’m in a big hurry. Quick, quick, quick and quick!” “What is it, Master? Please say it again?” And they just move slowly, walking like when Bodhidharma was sitting in the cave. After sitting for ten hours, they walk like this. I’m so anxious, really, sometimes I’m busy, but I feel as if I am the only one who is busy in the whole world. […]
Sometimes with those attendants of mine, I really don’t know if I should cry or laugh. They are all very sincere, even with innocent faces, looking very harmless. What can I do? They all look very pitiful and very sincere, often saying “Master” this and “Master” that, and “we love You,” and very loyal and so on. They are also quite diligent, but they were diligent in sabotaging things. They lack experience. All young people, just graduated or what, and have never struggled. Parents took care of them at home, provided for them to go to school, and they didn’t even have to do laundry. Now there’re washing machines. As for meals, moms cooked for them, or they just ate out. In schools there are also, what do you call it? (Canteen.) (Buffet.) Cafeteria, and cheap. The food there is cheap for students. That’s why all they did was studying. They stuff as much as possible into their brain, except common sense from life. They forgot to stuff it in. It’s already too full. […]
