I hiked the Tokun hill today. At first I took a taxi to the St. Anne’s Church, which was at the foot of the hill. The church had a big yard, an old and small basilica and a new and big basilica.

From the church I walked through a quiet residential neighborhood. The sun was shining and nobody was on the street. But I could hear children talking.

After that, I walked through a Chinese Taoism temple. I found little people in the temple. It was a peaceful place as well.

Then I found a track near the main road and started walking along the track. I met many other hikers, all Chinese. The signs hung on the trees to guide the direction were also in traditional Chinese.

I spent almost an hour to reach a view point. There were two kettles of free ginger red tea, dozens of plates and cups and a first aid kit. I tasted the tea and then continued my hike. In the following track, there was no other hikers but only me. My water was nearly over so I was a little worried. I even thought of what if I died on this unfamiliar track. Will I be contented with what I had experienced in my life? Had I loved anyone? Had anyone loved me? Was I lonely or beloved?

I panted under the trees, watching sunshine shoot through the leaves and leave its shadows on the ground. The light under the trees was not bright but more like that at night. Insects were singing their songs from all directions.

Would I be contented? Was I lonely or beloved? In some moments, I had felt I was connected tightly with my loved ones and I shared my feelings with them. But in most of time, I leaved familiar situations and traveled to new places and spent time alone. I think everyone’s life is an alone journey belonging to their own. We have to learn to enjoy the time of being alone.