1 From ancient times until now, how many people have chosen to give up fame, wealth, and material pleasures for a saintly and sage-like spiritual life?
2 This is especially true when people reach the golden age of youth. How many of them can see through the vanity of the world, can live in seclusion in the mountains cultivating the Dao, be interested in the realms of heaven and nature, the realm of saints and sages, and can rise above the material world?
3 I understand that I am not an ordinary fellow; however, my karmic obstacles are heavy, and my virtues are shallow. My Dao mindset was not firm, so I left the mountains too soon. With just one erroneous thought, I have wasted thirty years. Regrettably it is too late to restart again. What can I say!
4 Since the old days, Dao-cultivators or elders of Daoism have referred to themselves as the “poor Dao-seekers.” They do not seek fame or wealth, and they stay away from worldly success.
5 Although I saw through what life was truly about, I gave up my political title and moved deep into the mountains. I sacrificed my family for the sake of “building the Dao” business. Since we came to Taiwan just before the collapse of China, I threw myself back into the red dust with one wrong decision.
6 Beginning from 1951, I took over the Independence Evening Post until I was forced to leave in 1965. I was just going with the flow of the world.
7 The only things that I have kept and never lost sight of were the discernments of good and evil, and of right and wrong. I always spoke the truth through the tip of my pen. I can say that I have not done anything against my conscience. That is why I still consider myself a “poor Dao-seeker.” I have kept my true colors.
Diaries, June 17 and July 13, 1977