The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider highways, but narrower viewpoints.
We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time.
We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life.
We’ve added years to life not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour.
We conquered outer space but not inner space.
We’ve done larger things, but not better things.
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.
We’ve conquered the atom,but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less.
We plan more, but accomplish less.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.
We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships.
These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw awaymorality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything
from cheer, to quiet, to kill.It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom.
A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete…
Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.
Remember, to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it.
A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person might not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak!
And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
1. “他大舅他二舅都是他舅,高桌子低板凳都是木头。”
这句陕西方言火的时候,我似乎看到了陕西文化开始在娱乐界变得生意兴隆,从之前《高兴》里面黄勃的二愣子方式演译,再到张艺谋在《三枪拍案惊奇》(我只是昨天看了一点花絮)中的冷娃般的呐喊,我陡然发现陕西话这二年红遍了大江南北(?)。也正是在这二年,一部好的电影,里面要是没有几句经典的陕西话,也基本上就显得没底蕴。这么以来,似乎前些年是郭达丢了陕西人的脸?
2. “好电影总是让人看一遍就更喜欢一遍。”
上大学的时候,记得有一部电影,前前后后一共看了九遍,而且应该是在某一个学期内看的,那部电影讲述了一个爱情故事,也可以说是一对幻想症患者的神话,这部电影的名字叫<serendipity>。而这几天来回反复的看了四遍<V for Vendetta>,我的口味完全变了,柴科夫斯基的<1812 overture>让我心驰神往,同时深沉而坚毅的V让我为之倾倒,还有Mr V.的口音,简直帅日塌了。
3. 昨天晚上我奋战到今天凌晨2点,做完了交规考试的那1369道必考题,最后还心血来潮的做了四套模拟题,这么说我一晚上做了大约1.8K的题,这是我学习生涯中绝无仅有的玩命行为。然后早上六点就起床动身去了驾校,坐在考场里居然有些紧张,靠,说来也有年头没考过试了。最后以96分成功过关。
4. 话说我现在看见那一盆子泡的涨大的木耳就开始反胃,我觉得本来挺美好的食物,但是当量变引起质变的时候,你会觉得那个大盆子是多么令人厌恶。难怪我现在还一直会怀念小时候奶奶用铁勺炒的鸡蛋,而居然几乎从来不吃批量炒鸡蛋。还有就是两天吃了三顿半的火锅,导致我今天觉得世界上的食物都已经死了。
呃,好像跑题了。
一夜,用来唱和跳,还有喝酒。
一天,用来看电视,然后发呆。
12km,跑的很Happy。
戒烟以后,很多人说,戒烟没什么意思,
我说,抽烟和戒烟都一样没意思。
平静如止水。
想不到的事情大部分都是不用花时间想的,
我觉得绝望,于是对一切充满希望。
感知冷暖。
三天休息,更合我意。
有些同学兴许看过一部传说中世上最震撼心灵并且没有太多血腥画面并且充满艺术色彩的恐怖片——Shining,
我刚看过,没有上面某个评论家说的这么严重的领悟,只是觉得,期待吓人场面或者情节出现的过程中,一直饱受煎熬,
要我推荐恐怖片,我会说Dead Silence,
这样的周末,像是上一个的翻版,也有不同,在于我感觉自己休息好了而且发现一个月没看电视再看会觉得很好很好,
周六如同上一个周六的死气白赖,阴雨也还是有美感的,只是我过渡的疲劳,无福消受,
于是今天的晴空万里,让我变得宁静,变得想要呼吸那些透明的气息,变得开始思考关于孩子和春天,
No one on the playground,结果我没能坚持再跑一个1w米,撤离之后羞愧难耐,于是晚上罚自己跑了十圈,
四月,我会有一辆属于自己的自行车,八公里,是公司到家的距离,是新生活的第一个台阶,
接着,我会有一张属于自己的健身卡,365天,是我呼吸着的每一天,日复一日,永不停息,
吹面不寒,若可触及,无怨,
生活终将如此流转,忘却从前,风轻云淡…
许巍重新触动我心灵的时候,我觉察到上一次如此敏感还是在冬天,
如同今天胡乱说了很多话,而上一次如此迷乱还是大醉酩酊的时候,
不同在于,已经无从开始那样的旅程。
衬衣洁白,公司的女同事说,Andy你的衬衣的暗纹真好看,
一伸胳膊,我听到衬衣裂开的声音,想要看看哪里被扯破,
又是一声,我意识到,已经穿了五年。
她说要来看看我的住处,我说这里只不过正在变成狗窝,
她信了。
说言不由衷的话,看纸醉金迷弥散夜空,
我相信酒。
但是,她不曾想要与我结识,因为社会透支了我享有的信任,
她要抽烟,我也愿意由着她,
不过,一切仅仅在梦中继续。
还有眼泪,与黑夜交融成璀璨的文明,鼓舞着我,
我愿意就这样远远的,
距离可以钝化那些脆弱的敏感,所以,春天才有了笑容。
她让我多说一些,
我不。

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