In my spare time I enjoy fishing. Gu Feng depicts his fishing experience in a poem, "In the mist that shrouds the valley, by the stream that reflects the lush green bamboos and shiny red flowers, stood I in soft breeze, fished in quietness. At dusk I listened to the rain dripping on the nearby pavilion. At dawn, in blue robe, with an umbrella, I walked in solitude along the stony path."
Lulling! But I am not a poet. The fun of fishing to me is in the bite, without which the relaxing scenery is not enough to make me content. The disposition of fish is elusive. In some days I don't catch any. In most days two or three fish an hour is normal. But sometimes the fish suddenly scramble to snatch. You toss the lure, and they jump up to bite. One after another you can catch dozens in an hour. This happens only few times a year. My fancy for fishing, in addition to the soothingness of nature, comes mainly from the temptation of such wonders. The addiction, therefore, is in the anticipation. In reality miracles are rare.
This situation is very much like dancing tango. The elegant venue, soft lighting, resplendent dresses, enchanting music, all are captivating, but not enough to make me happy without a good partner. One night, fortunately, you meet a person, whose height, figure, musicality, dance skill, manner and temperament are all compatible to yours. Like a perfect match made in heaven, the two of you become instant pals, giving rein to the dance that enables you not only to enjoy the seamless cooperation, but also the freedom like in an unrestrained solo. This experience changed your outlook on life because it gives you a new understanding and hope. From then on you go to the milonga again and again, week after week, hoping to re-experience that moment. But miracles come only by luck and not will. In my fourteen years of dancing tango in countless milongas, that experience only occurred few times, which, nonetheless, is still the reason I am addicted to tango, because I yearn to revisit that moment one more time. Tango is the search of a dream. In reality, however, miracles are rare.
People often forget that imperfection is the norm in life. To enjoy life, we need to learn to cherish the ordinary - something not everybody is versed. Voltaire said: "What is tolerance? It is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of fragility and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other's folly - that is the first law of nature." Of course, cherishing the ordinary is not enough, we all yearn to transcend the ordinary and to be extraordinary. Excellence is the consequence of grit. Only by repeating the ordinary countless times can we reach the extraordinary. Therefore, let us encourage ourselves and be gritty. The miracle will happen as a result - that is the second law of nature.