随想

很多时候，总想一个人静静地坐下来感慨点什么，顺畅一下几近迂曲颓废的心房，却又每每奔坡劳碌，玩命于世俗的大潮迟迟不能靠岸。
于是，空虚与失落与日俱增，时至今日，生命除了感伤就是惶急，如漂流的浮萍，无所归依。
人，到底需要什么，心灵才能得以平静；青春，却又在迷茫中喟叹什么？
人生迅疾如白驹过隙，转瞬即是一个轮回，在这醉梦一般短暂即逝的岁月里，我们2／3以上的时间都是在不断的尝试和拼搏之中度过。
从少年红颜到银头白发，为了一切永恒无止的追求，我们打破了头颅鲜血淋淋地一次次和自己抗争，刚翻过一座大山，立马奔赴远方扑朔迷离的征程。
不管痛苦，不管疲乏，只要一气尚存，就得永不停息地奔跑下去。
人生的莽原上，生命如草芥一般凄凉，随时面临夭折的命运，无情的社会大潮翻滚着它惊涛骇人的浪花，叫嚣着来自魔力的不可抗拒的威慑。
为了生活，我们尽力苦苦支撑失控的人生航驼，努力迎合它忽阴忽阳的节拍；为了生活，我们学会了伪装和坚强，学会了借酒浇愁，狂吐烟圈。
我们苦苦追寻，曲意逢迎世俗，随时感受着一张张冷漠，自私，庸俗或是仓皇的表情，我们早已习惯于精神麻木，对任何感动和泪水都能抱以无动于衷。
在人满为患，硝烟弥漫的地球，我们垂青金钱，向往自高无上的爱情，热衷于被人追捧，崇尚傲慢冷酷的玩世不恭，不怕道德的谴责，不怕流氓的谓称。
只要我们抵达，于是我们心安理得，昂首挺胸并不惜视昨天的辛劳如烟云，一月月一年年醉生梦死，日日笙歌。
青春，沸腾的热血，几乎每个人都在积极奔走，企求上苍许以雨霖，我却像无主的孤魂浪迹于偌大的虚无，没有希望，没有理想。
我背离了世俗的主流，迷恋于流云的逍遥，飞鸟的自由，荒唐地梦想着看见大海，到渴慕以久的远方探索不为人知的奥秘。
然而，所有的一切都在我梦醒后随飘零的落叶四散而去，我尚未出门，却已无可奈何地厌倦旅行多少个夕阳西下的黄昏，我站在难得幽静的校园独自徘徊，多少痛楚和忧伤充溢我的内心，我并不因为自己茕茕孑立，形单影只而郁郁寡欢，怨天尤人。
然而，多少事深藏我的心囊，多少愤怒和耻辱像虫子一样嘶咬着我的肝脾：卑贱的出生，阴冷的现实，不可逆转的命运，永无止境的疲乏，我幻想死亡，渴望着自己走进天堂，聆听来自神灵和非理性的召唤，然而不能，理性像鞭子对待奴仆一样围裹着我的自由，嘲笑着我的泪水。
命运的大神有意作弄我弱小的灵魂，罚我在冰天雪地里苦苦寻觅，寻觅那若有若无的归宿，“海阔山遥，未知何处是潇湘。”
在一个个寂寞的白天和无数个不眠之夜，孤单像虫子一样汹涌着心灵的万顷碧波，绞尽了肝肠，把音乐一听再听，把萧笛一吹再吹，却总也逃脱不了空虚无助的惆怅。
我尽管年轻，灵魂却已丧失殆尽，我是上帝不小心遗落人间的杂物，命中注定我只能扼守清贫，浮沉于世俗的海洋无所作为。
夜风呼啸着掠过窗棂，一如这个季节一样肃杀和肆无忌惮，这是辛辣的嘲讽，还是善意的鞭笞？

岁月

蓦然回首中，欢笑宛如云烟，似水年华流走，不留影踪。
不要以为未来总是很美好，路很遥远，世事难料，说不定从明天起，美好就不复存在了。不要为现在的人是物非而伤感，更不要为将来的物是人非而颓废。
风消逝了，循着自己的旧梦。留下来的只有空气，每一丝每一缕都透着凉气。
今日的我就如一片孤独的落叶，只能体会那飘零的凄美，我又如一片云，在天空中寻找美丽。我把希翼留给明天。
等待的时间总像失眠的黑夜一样，无助而漫长。但内有一份期盼，一种希望，这种等待就会有意义。相信明日的阳光会开的很灿烂，留住昨天的美丽，迎接新的一天，让昨日之思变为明日目标的实现，那份意外的成功喜悦会给我带来无比的幸福和满足感。
今日之劳累、痛苦只是为了铸造明日之辉煌。你愿意为之付出吗？即使你默认要承受这份痛苦，当困难来临时，你有没有气馁动摇过？最重要的是要固执的坚持下来，不为外界的干扰而分心，不为一时的患得患失而愁眉不展，欲说还休。而每一次的克制，都意味着比以前更强大。
明天对谁都不是一个谜，真诚地生活，执着地追求，命运之绳尽在掌握。我们都向往梦里的生活，但我们都不能永远地生活在梦里。
在人生的道路上，不可能一帆风顺，大多数的人生路是崎岖不平的。而正是这崎岖不平的人生风景线，才使得生命更充实，更有意义。我的心中充满了忧伤与孤寂，随着时光的流逝，当出生活中的色彩已被岁月的波涛冲刷的苍白，内心深处的黯然神伤地就不时地扫荡着我那已十分脆弱的心理防线。但我的内心却没有寂静无声，依旧渴望明天的美好。
留给明天，不是随风而逝的承诺，而是历经沧桑之后的幡然悔悟，人是感性的动物，需要守候自己的信仰，它是生命延续的动力源泉。

手指的方向

时间已经带走了许多，包括熟悉、人情冷暖。不知道时间除了层层叠叠的痛、断断续续的裂痕，又带给我了冷漠，还是改变？人是不是总在经历很多之后变得圆滑？在拥有很多后，便忘了自己单纯的梦想与执着？ 　　当一身锐气被世俗磨平，当满心欢喜被一点点掏空，当眼眶中的泪熟悉了流下的路径,我想：是不是所有的爱恨情愁都会随着时间沉淀下来?它们会随着血液在身体里流动，变成缕缕气息与每次呼吸同进同出，变成身体不可分割的一部分，渗透在每个动作，每句言语中，如影随形…也许这就是成长。于是，告诉自己要学会懂得，懂得给自己一点时间好好去思考，懂得如何在百转千回中及时抽身，懂得好好爱护自己。
　 不知道你有没有试过在深夜十二点，躺在空无一人的房间，看着黑暗一点点将身边的一切吞没，最后有连自己也被吞噬的感觉。心满满的，一块块撕开，全是想哭的温柔……在那个世界完全静下来的时刻，睁开眼，寂寞会像浮云一般掠过双眼，将世界与你隔开。闭上眼，屏住呼吸，静寂中会听到自己身体里血液在流动，那一刻的平静不需要任何修饰。然后，在尘埃停止飞舞的时刻，问问自己，你想要的究竟是什么？
　　想起很多个下午，坐在地板上。窗外有很温暖的阳光，明亮却不灼人，和煦得想让人沉睡。太阳微微转换着角度，让一种虚有的悲哀不时袭向心头，无所谓感觉，无所谓痛苦。
　　已经习惯了用微笑去掩饰腐坏的灵魂，习惯了在熙熙攘攘的人群里低着头大步向前走。
　　生活中铺落着重叠的伤感。因为缺的太多而忘记了失去的感觉，因为怀念所以过得不好。
　　现实很残酷。它让我付出很多，让我带着一大包希望去探询，但总把最多的失望送还给我。后来我便少了许多希望，开始去学怎么等待。我就那么静静盼望，盼望奇迹，我觉得我没有做错事，老天一定会疼我，但最终我错了。阳光在雨后会显得更强烈，我想是吧。而光不会照到每个角落，于是在角落里等待的人便显得有些不幸运。待等待不再奏效的时候我学会了拒绝与躲避，其实我没有恶意，只是觉得有点冷了，想躲一躲，避开风。
　　寻找一份感动，在这个城市的上空…远处有歌。水色的音符纷扬…可惜我听不清楚。
　　天空中有稀薄的浮云。走在拥挤的接头，迈着惺忪的步子，呆呆望着身旁的每个人，隐约看见他们上方悬着一个个透明的包裹——梦的包裹，他们不停地逐梦。是啊，在这个没有人愿意驻足，只为欣赏头顶彩虹的城市，许多东西如果不追寻就会像烟云般飘向天际，就不会回来了。之后，笑笑自己。也许我仅有着最卑微、最单纯而接近愚蠢的心思，最笨拙的伤害…
　　梦终究给了我一个寓所，让我带着希望，也带上坚强。才了解到，人生每一道美丽的风景线，总有些不完整的遗憾。我们都站在红绿灯之下，偶尔停下，放下了错过了很多东西，之后向前走。错身而过的人，从熟悉变得陌生，从陌生变得熟悉…他们跌落在我的生命轨迹，然后，不告别地匆匆离开。
　　时针静静旋转…物是人非。终于，我听清了那首歌：“你的影子无所不在/人的心像是一颗尘埃/落在过去飘向未来/掉进眼里就流出泪来”。忽然发现一丛向阳植物，在我手指的方向。看，它们把脑袋对着阳光，微笑。

水瓶座的传说

伊是特洛伊城的王子，是一位俊美不凡的少年。他的容貌是连神界都少有的。

伊不爱人间的女子，他深深爱着的是宙斯神殿里一位倒水的侍女。这个平凡的侍女曾经在一个夜晚用曼妙的歌声捕获了伊的心，也夺走了特洛伊城里所有女孩的幸福。

天界的那个女孩叫海伦，和特洛伊城里最美丽的女子海伦拥有同样美丽的名字。宙斯非常喜爱海伦，尽管她只是一个侍女。可是有一天，海伦无意中听到太阳神阿波罗和智慧女神雅典娜关于毁灭特洛伊城的决定，海伦不顾戒律赶去给王子伊报信。结果在半途中被发现，宙斯的侍卫们将海伦带回了神殿。宙斯不忍处死她，但决定好好惩罚她。在他的儿子阿波罗的提示下，宙斯决定将这份罪转嫁给与海伦私通的特洛伊王子身上。

这天，宙斯变做一只老鹰，降临在特洛伊城的上空。他一眼就看见在后花园中散步的王子。宙斯惊呆了，他见过许多美丽的女神和绝色的凡间女子，却从来没见过如此俊美的少年。宙斯被伊特别的气质深深吸引，一个罪恶的念头油然而生。他从天空俯冲下来，一把抓起伊，将他带回了神殿。

在冰冷的神殿，伊见不到家人也见不到海伦，他日渐憔悴。而宙斯却逼迫伊代替海伦为他倒水，这样他就可以天天见到这个美丽的男孩。宙斯的妻子女神赫拉是个嫉妒成性的女子，她看在眼里，怒在心头，她不仅嫉妒宙斯看伊时那样无耻的眼神，更嫉妒伊有着她都没有的美丽光华。于是赫拉心生毒计，决定加害这个无辜的王子。她偷偷将海伦放走，海伦自然要与伊私逃下界，这时她再当场将两人捉住。雅典娜明白这是赫拉的计谋，但也无能为力，被激怒的宙斯决定处死伊。然而，就在射手奇伦射出那致命一箭的刹那，侍女海伦挡在了伊的胸前！

眼看奸计没能得逞，赫拉恼羞成怒之下，将伊变成了一只透明的水瓶，要他永生永世为宙斯倒水。然而，水瓶中倒出来的却是眼泪！众神无不为之动容，于是宙斯变将伊封在了天上，作一个忧伤的神灵。

伊夜夜在遥远的天际流泪，人们抬头看时只见一群闪光的星星仿佛透明发亮的水瓶悬于夜空，于是叫它水瓶座

Relish the Moment

Tucked away in our subconsciousness is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are travelling by train. Out the windows, we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving on a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls.
But the uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day at a certain hour, we will pull into the station. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we reach there, so many wonderful dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will be fit together like a completed jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles, damning the minutes loitering, waiting, waiting, waiting for the station.
"When we reach the station, that will be it", we cry. "When I'm 18", "When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz", "When I put my last kid through collage", "When I have paid off the mortgage", "When I get a promotion", "When I reach the age of the retirement, I shall live happily ever after."
Sooner or later, we must realize that there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.
"Relish the moment" is a good motto, especially when coupled withe the Psalm 118:24:"This is the day which the Lord hath made, we will rejoice and be glad in it." It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tommorrow. Reget and fear are twin thieves who rob us of today.
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more icecreams, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more and cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. Then the station will come soon enough.

The Zen of Cat

The Man was very sad. He knew that the Cat’s days were numbered.The doctor had said there wasn’t anything more that could be done,that he should take the Cat home and make him as comfortable as possible.
　　The man stroked the Cat on his lap and sighed.The Cat opened his eyes, purred and looked up at the Man. A tear rolled down the Man’s cheek and landed on the Cat’s forehead.The Cat gave him a slightly annoyed look.
　　“Why do you cry, Man？”the Cat asded.“Because you can’t bear the thought of losing me？ Because you think you can never replace me？”The Man nodded “yes.”
　　“And where do you think I’ll be when I leave you？”the Cat asked. The Man shrugged helplessly. “Close your eyes, Man,” the Cat said. The Man gave him a questioning look, but did as he was told.
　　“What color are my eyes and fur？” the Cat asked. “Your eyes are gold and your fur is a rich, warm brown,” the Man replied.
　　“And where is it that you most often see me？”asked the Cat. “I see you…on the kitchen windowsill watching the birds…on my favorite chair…on my desk lying on the papers I need…on the pillow next to my head at night.” “Then, whenever you wish to see me, all you must do is close your eyes,” said the Cat.
　　“Pick up that piece of string from the floor——there, my ‘toy.’” The Man opened his eyes, then reached over and picked up the string. It was about two feet long and the Cat had been able to entertain himself for hours with it. “Now take each end of the string in one hand,” the Cat ordered. The Man did so.
　　“The end in your left hand is my birth and the end in your right hand is my death. Now bring the two ends together,” the Cat said. The Man complied.
　　“You have made a continuous circle,” said the cat.“Does any point along the string appear to be different, worse or better than any other part of the string？” The Man inspected the string and then shook his head “no.”
　　“Close your eyes again,” the Cat said.“Now lick your hand.” The Man widened his eyes in surprise.
　　“Just do it,” the Cat said.“Lick your hand,think of me in all my familiar places, think about all the pieces of string.”
　　The Man felt foolish, licking his hand, but he did as he was told. He discovered what a cat must know, that licking a paw is very calming and allows one to think more clearly. He continued licking and the corners of his mouth turned upward into the first smile he had shown in days. He waited for the Cat to tell him to stop,and when he didn’t, he opened his eyes. The Cat’s eyes were closed.The Man stroked the warm, brown fur, but the Cat was gone.
　　The Man shut his eyes hard as the tears poured down his face. He saw the Cat on the windowsill, then in his bed, then lying across his important papers. He saw him on the pillow next to his head, saw his bright gold eyes and darkest brown on his nose and ears. He opened his eyes and through his tears looked over at the circle of string he still held clutched in his hand.
　　One day, not long after, there was a new Cat on his lap. She was a lovely calico and white…very different from his earlier beloved Cat and very much the same.

The gift of Love

If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give away all my possessions, and if I hand over my body so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends. But as for prophecies, they will come to an end; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will come to an end. For we know only in part, and we prophesy only in part; but when the complete comes, the partial will come to an end. When I was a child, I thought like a child; when I became and adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love.

Love is the crux of a happy life

As we all know, love is the crux of a happy life.
Love helps us stay calm and serene even when things are tough.
It can carry us through the hard times.
Love looks for ways to be of service.
Love is enjoying the surprises of life,
and being totally delighted with what life gives you.
Love is the key to happiness
and it is a real blessing to others. 　
People who love make the world a kind and gentle place and other people feel safe around them.
They appreciate differences instead of making them a cause for prejudice or fighting.