The Journey for Love and Peace

I was born in a village near Nine Question Hill, where Chinese Emperor Shun was buried. My father went to university and then had a job in Tianshui, Gansu, China.

In October 2000, my father was killed in a traffic accident. I flew back home to support my mother, yet sadly she too died soon after. I felt a terrible loss at my parents’ deaths and was so regretful that I couldn’t help my mother more.

In 2003, I made the decision to pursue a PhD in the UK. In June 2004, just six months after arriving in England, I experienced a terribly stressful time. I could not get a good night’s sleep for 5 days in a row.  My mind was busy, working quickly, with almost delusional ideas. One of the ideas that I became obsessed with was that I had come to the UK to promote world peace. I felt it was somehow my mission to bridge the differences between Chinese and English cultures. I was even inspired to make bold announcements for peace.

From this point on, I was convinced that war should stop forever, and argued that we should learn from an ancient Chinese mythical allusion. It was about Emperor Shun’s attempts to solve the annual flooding that plagued China along the Yellow River. Initially, Shun asked Prince Gun to solve the problem but when he failed to contain the flood waters, Shun killed him and turned to Gun’s son Yu for help. Yu used new method of drainage rather than containment and thus solved the worst of the flooding. Because of his hard work, he succeeded after Shun passed away. After that Yu was succeeded by his son who established the first Chinese royal family.

From this Chinese mythical allusion, I think we could learn that Yu’s success was based Gun’s failure. Could we not demonstrate more tolerance, deeper understanding, and creativity toward those who oppose us instead of resisting and containing them? I also felt compelled to find a different way forward following the events of 9/11, which has led to so much hatred and violence. What if President Bush and Osama Bin Laden had agreed to sit down and dialogue with one another, finding a mutual way to respect and honour their loved ones? Could we not strengthen our way of living: if this happened, people might enjoy friendship more than endless wars and terrorist attacks?

I wrote down these ideas which I addressed to all people, saying, there is no end to fighting when we hate; we are brothers and sisters; and it is time to lay down our evil weapons and learn to love one another. During the last 13 years, I manage my illness as best I can and contribute to my local community. I am happy to speak out about world peace. Let us, hand in hand, work together for world peace! This is my story, a story of peace in the name of love from my parents.

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