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Zhuang Zhou's Dream, or the Butterfly's
Between an embellished memory and what actually happened, which side holds the truth of a whole season of life?
I cannot tell whether Zhuang Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly is dreaming it is Zhuang Zhou.
📝The Classic Answers
I take a thread for this question from Zhuangzi's butterfly dream. If we can never settle whether Zhuang Zhou dreamt the butterfly or the butterfly dreamt him, then quarreling over which is fact may be futile. When a town tells its own past inflated like fog, that exaggeration is not a lie but another truth — one that holds how the season actually felt. What no list of facts can hold — the laughter, the longing, the shame — stays more vivid inside the swollen memory. Rather than straining to restore a season exactly as it was, I choose first to read the heart that wished to remember it that way.
🌱Apply It Today
When you recall a season of your past, before checking how far it strays from fact, first ask, 'why do I wish to remember it this way?'
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