The Umbrellas of Life

This is a day familiar to Taipei people. This town is located on a small island between Taiwan's mountain and the sea. The clouds trapped inside the city will gradually disappear. My colleague and I are responsible for taking three boys and their daughters to the mission school every morning. Each of us uses the scooter to balance the two children and then walks to arrive on time on a monk's morning. One morning, we decided to soak a taxi and avoid the fare to divide.

It leads someone's life in an infinite way. It is clearly not appropriate for everyone. Under the protection of life there are many categories that can be divided into infinite dialogue. Whatever guidance is necessary, work, relationship, date, parting, all life changes. In my opinion, everyone returns to self and connects to themselves. Every session has a certain level of searching level. I can not predict it by blog posting and write it down. I do not know where to start quick training. The technique of coaching is to ask questions and the problem may lead to many different conversations. This is just an idea. It is an angle. But I will break the fourth wall and write a note explaining why I asked myself this question.

How often do we hide under the umbrella to avoid storms in our lives? Literally and figuratively. How often does it prevent the umbrella from learning what rain should teach us? How is our preparatory work currently preventing you from experiencing lessons you can only learn in Arashi in this case? "I will not give up on fucking." Now I do not know you, but in retrospect, what I react to me means I will definitely give 1 instead of 5. . Again and again, we said not to give it, but we were finally confined under these five shit umbrellas.