The Diary of Anne Ku
20 June 2000 Tuesday cooling down, downpour
DRIP DRIP DRIP
Taoists are full of paradoxes - contradictions that seem to make no sense but are full of wisdom. One of them, I recall from my childhood, says something about the weakest being the strongest. Like drops of water, what seems little and insignificant can actually penetrate a rock.
So I let my bathtub tap drip, drip, drip. Lately I noticed that it has gotten louder - the drops getting bigger. One evening I decided to experiment. I plugged up the tub to see how much water dripped out. The next morning, I was surprised that it filled a quarter of the tub.
What can I do? Being so environmentally conscious, I can try reusing this water by filling the tub with hot water and having a morning bath. When I get home in the evening, I can have an evening bath. I can also scoop out the cold water for my plants.
Being assertive, I can phone up a local plumber to seek help.
Having lived in England for so long, I'm prone to appeasement. I will assure myself that water is just water. As long as I use it the next day, the drips won't penetrate the tub and cause a hole. This is England, after all. Not Taoist land.