故事
人生舞台時時上演著不同的故事，同時，卻不相同，有的哀悽，有的順利，有的美滿，有的殘破，曾希望有如童話般的生活，確曾可知，童話之所以美麗，是因為它永遠為完結。
很想知道，為甚麼不同。
早上起來，闔眼，睜眼，是故事的另一段，並非為高潮但也絕不是庸俗，若或心血來潮，抬手掩眸，另一個舉手投足是否又會造出另一段樂詩？
雨天，晴天，會使人有不同的心情，黑色，有些人覺得神秘，也些人覺得穢暗，黃色，有些人覺得開朗，有些人覺得刺眼。是環境影響人，還是人影響環境所以造就了不同？
似乎又是一個雞生蛋蛋生雞的問題呢。
所以呢？
sihui
life comes from the beauties of imperfections.
let`s take an ordinary day as an example. a child is born into Mother Earth at every sun rise. When noon rolls around, the child has grown and matured -- he has reached the highest point in the sky; Yet as the sun slowly sets and the moon gradually creeps in with darkness, the child grows old and weary and awaits miserably for Night -- or death -- to take over. Just like that, having lived for only around twelve hours, the sun -- the child -- sets beyond the horizon into an unknown world, hopefully somewhere better.
yesterday is a story and tomorrow`s a mystery. what truly belongs to one is all that he has in the very moment. he creates his own tomorrows by what he does in that moment, and the subsequent moments to come. whatever happens next is undoubtedly the consequence of what he does in the present. but as we all know, tomorrow`s a mystery. so why be hasty to unravel the mystery so quickly when we can simply love and enjoy all that we have today?
life comes from the beauties of imperfections.
let`s take an ordinary day as an example. a child is born into Mother Earth at every sun rise. When noon rolls around, the child has grown and matured -- he has reached the highest point in the sky; Yet as the sun slowly sets and the moon gradually creeps in with darkness, the child grows old and weary and awaits miserably for Night -- or death -- to take over. Just like that, having lived for only around twelve hours, the sun -- the child -- sets beyond the horizon into an unknown world, hopefully somewhere better.
yesterday is a story and tomorrow`s a mystery. what truly belongs to one is all that he has in the very moment. he creates his own tomorrows by what he does in that moment, and the subsequent moments to come. whatever happens next is undoubtedly the consequence of what he does in the present. but as we all know, tomorrow`s a mystery. so why be hasty to unravel the mystery so quickly when we can simply love and enjoy all that we have today?