生活在社会许久，却不比伟光监狱里的4年修行，他的冷静看待世间事，和成熟看待自己的案件，对于教育别人的执著 – 我承认自己是做不到的。
难道一条忏悔过的生命就要如此结束？被陷害运毒的人 = 死？
The Sixth Letter : Friendship and Hope
Today I would like to talk to everyone about my hopes & wishes, and about a friend who is as close to me as my own brother.
Actually, when I first entered prison, “hope” was something that I thought of often. At that time my hopes included:
Hoping to be able to see my family, friends, godfather and others.
Hoping that I will be able to leave the prison.
Hoping that I don’t have to be able to die.
But now my wish-list has changed.
My greatest hope is to be able to tell everyone that if they have the chance, they should adopt the right faith, and to understand and learn: I am a student of the Dharma, learning from the basic philosophies up till a certain level before studying more!
To learn how to gain inner peace, and to learn to help my fellow man.
Of course, I hope that I can really be ordained as a monk.
I really hope that the drug trade can disappear from the world, because drugs harm many. Perhaps drug dealers are reading my letters, perhaps they think that I am trying to spoil their market, but what I want to say is, even if you can obtain happiness from drugs now, drugs will cause you to lose your senses, and because of drugs you will feel pain and unhappiness, and end up in the same situation as I am in.
Drugs are a type of ever-changing symbol: they symbolise a happiness that is short-lived.
Drugs are things that hurt people: it ruins lives, families, societies, faiths, etc.
I also want to say that although I am a death row inmate, I hope that society can use me as an example. I want to say that even though the death penalty is an old law, we don’t know if the death penalty can really control crimes?
If I have the chance to meet everyone even just once, I would like to tell everyone about Buddhist philosophy.
This is my hope.
Yetian, in the previous few letters I never mentioned my friend. Please let me tell you about my “brother” and his case.
His name is Wei Zhong. The last time we met it was his birthday celebration, and we never thought that it would have been our last meeting; In my rebellious period, he was my best friend.
When I arrived in Kuala Lumpur, people used to think that we were really brothers, because we look alike – for 15 years we lived together, made new friends, ate and wandering the streets together. (Note : VK stayed with Wei Zhong family when he left his mother to earn a living on his own at the age of 10).
Knowing him is my greatest honour, or perhaps one can say that it’s my good fortune earned through many years: just like many people have good friends and brothers, my “brother” is him.
But many people have mistakenly befriended the wrong sort of people, just like how I met the wrong “friends” at that time, leading me to my current situation.
If there are any mothers or fathers reading this letter, please tell your children, “Don’t be like Vui Kong, don’t follow a path that you will regret forever.” We need to have the right sense to differentiate between what we should and should not do. In the past I was confused, with no disciplines & directions in my life. Now I am very clear about what I should do.
Actually, as I’ve said before, you are both a stranger and a friend, like many others are strangers and friends to me: I have never seen them nor met them, but everyone is still willing to help me without regrets, and so I treat everyone as my brothers and sisters.
All right, today I will stop here. I am looking forward to next Monday. I want to tell more of my story.
Note from Yetian:
Vui Kong and my letters have shown Vui Kong’s understanding of his case, as well as his calm. As his penpal, I feel guilty.
I have lived so long, and yet I am unable to be as calm, enlightened and mature as Vui Kong, who has been meditating in prison for only 4 years.
Every time I listen to Yun Leong passing on messages from Vui Kong, I have to control my emotions: at first I wanted to condemn Singapore’s cruel treatment, but Vui Kong always tells me not to approach anything with hatred – how many people can be (so forgiveness) like him?
Should a repentant life just end like this? Being manipulated into smuggling drugs MUST die?