今天是中国民间的光棍节, 很多单身的人们, 被提醒要去摆脱单身, 寂寞, 寻找爱情。
想起前一阵子, 朋友曾经问过我, 为什么我能自己一人看戏, 喝茶, 难道我不怕寂寞吗?
怕, 我当然怕, 但独自一人不代表着寂寞侵袭。
如果心寂寞, 独自一人也好, 在人群中也好, 和朋友, 爱人在一起也好, 还是会寂寞。 这种心灵的依赖, 难免会带来失落, 悲伤。
心自在, 寂寞就无从侵蚀你的心。我不是偏爱独自一人, 但我一个人的时候, 享受一个人的时光, 和朋友, 亲人在一起的时候, 享受和他们在一起的时光。
我怕的, 不是我独自一人, 怕的是一不小心让寂寞吞噬了心, 人到了哪里, 和谁在一起, 心, 都是寂寞的, 苦了自己, 苦了爱你的人。
"若因寂寞而爱, 那爱是寂寞的。"
简单熊 11.11.2013.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Being Your Best
"Strive to be the best that you can, not the first; anyone can take away your first but only you, yourself can take away your best."
Simple Bear 06.09.2013.
Simple Bear 06.09.2013.
Learn to Love
"When we learn to love, we learn to live; and happiness is just the result from loving yourself and others."
Simple Bear 11.09.2013.
Simple Bear 11.09.2013.
The Painter
The Painter
What a fool! They say
And drove him into exile beyond into the unforgiving land
Those men of mediocrity! They are worse than beasts!
They threaten him with death by the guns of judgment
He plead in desperation and they responded with their fists
Defeated he descend onto the road into his certainty
A path filled with depressions and he fell ever so often
On his knees he teared
There was no going back he wailed
And with the shackles of assumptions chained to him
He restarted his journey with decrescent steps
And now even his watch had forsaken him
Finally he reached O those canyons of desolation
Where the sundial never worked
And where the moon flowers never bloom
He sat in the depth listening to the echoes of silence
And stared at the rocky canvas
Slowly he picked up a stick of burnt coal
And started his work on the canvas
Slowly it dawned on him
The masterpiece wasn’t in the knowledge
Or the techniques of artistry
It was him there was no doubt now it was him
He was a man of colors
He was himself his own masterpiece
It was in this unforgiving land that he learnt to forgive himself
Simple Bear 12.09.2013.
What a fool! They say
And drove him into exile beyond into the unforgiving land
Those men of mediocrity! They are worse than beasts!
They threaten him with death by the guns of judgment
He plead in desperation and they responded with their fists
Defeated he descend onto the road into his certainty
A path filled with depressions and he fell ever so often
On his knees he teared
There was no going back he wailed
And with the shackles of assumptions chained to him
He restarted his journey with decrescent steps
And now even his watch had forsaken him
Finally he reached O those canyons of desolation
Where the sundial never worked
And where the moon flowers never bloom
He sat in the depth listening to the echoes of silence
And stared at the rocky canvas
Slowly he picked up a stick of burnt coal
And started his work on the canvas
Slowly it dawned on him
The masterpiece wasn’t in the knowledge
Or the techniques of artistry
It was him there was no doubt now it was him
He was a man of colors
He was himself his own masterpiece
It was in this unforgiving land that he learnt to forgive himself
Simple Bear 12.09.2013.
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