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3月7日 - I was being asked, very kindly, on what would I do if I only have one week remaining to live? Upon what speculation should I draw the source from in order to answer this question? Or by what stimulation should I put myself into in order to perceive the tensioning atmosphere? And, who, would drift into my desperate mind of panic and terror? I am being informed, rather plainly, that I have one week to live. And then, it is all going to be concluded by a period mark, rather plainly. Clock is ticking fast as I write these words, rather consciously, I become to aware the irreplaceble existence of time, and, of life; with only traces of scribble lying, rather faintly, on the back of a movie ticket of my life. What would I do? What am I going to do? After such a detour in the jungle of thought and text? Never before the numbers on a movie ticket would mean so much to me, as if they start to count down the week of a life in the movie, and the movie of my life. If there is no if, and if there is no if, One Week, is more than enough to live a beautiful life. It is only for me to come to know, life should be lived in the absence of "if". And Ben Taylor speaks, rather silently, "To strive, to seek, to find. And not to yield." It is also only for me to come to know, life is heard when silence prevails....... 3月5日 . The interchangeability of a banal life Perhaps for certain, I can no longer to sustain living on with the banality of this life. It's been sinking, deeper & deeper, Lack of courage, till it's breathless. I seek, for a change. But no light been shed for any direction. By what motivation or meaning, life is worthy to march on? Well, Play....... A clown, a king, or warrior....... You name it. I shall, To interchange my role, No longer who I am now, For something playful at least if not meaningful, To Live on. Surviving needs no reason. We, Reason its being. But reasoning collapses so often in the vacuum of emotions, No ground for it to hold, Except at the edge of a cliff. For it to become a life threatening determination; We, perhaps, Value of being banal, and not edgy. Perhaps for certain, I shall interchange, My being with a breath of fresh air, after a rain. 塵埃 在夕陽金黃的渲染里面， 盡管光束來刺殺眼睛， 我看到， 依然可見， 僅僅， 塵埃十面埋伏的涌動。 一顆， 又一顆， 孤獨地在光的框架中漫舞。 大概， 黑暗都淹沒了它們所有的存在。 以輕盈之軀來宣告自由吧， 盡管你從來沒有枷鎖。 以沉靜來細述故事吧， 盡管你的過去很遙遠。 也許， 你毫不計較； 人對于你來說是一個荒誕的無稽， 你對于人來說是一個無稽的荒誕。 兩袖清風， 請一路走好。 |
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