Wednesday, November 10, 2010

做人坦诚?

人,会一天一天地改变。
有些人选择继续走,有些人却停留在他们曾经到达的那一步。
人有很多种,
你遇到谁,或许你就会变成另一个样子。

当你觉得你很快乐,
谁又知道你是不是只是被蒙在鼓里?
当你觉得你不快乐,
到底是别人想让你不快乐,
还是你自己早就失去了快乐的能力?

曾经有人对我说:
“做人不要太坦诚,否则你会失望。”

那时我不懂,
直到经历了许多事情,
我才明白——
你说的,是真的。

我也曾反问自己:
“做人坦诚,有错吗?”
答案是:有。

现实很简单:
没有人会真的在乎你是否坦诚,
他们只在乎你,在他们眼里,是不是“对的人”。

你以为的坦诚,
不过是你的一厢情愿;
你以为的真心,
在别人那里可能根本不值一提。

有时候,生活就像是一场比赛,
你还以为自己是球员,
可游戏规则早就换了,
你却连上场资格都没有。

有些人,是来骗你的。
你以为你能避开,能识破,
但最终还是逃不过。
很多事情,该来的总会来,
你只是在延迟它的发生,
你阻止不了它的本质。

不该发生的事,
你勉强它发生,最后被伤的还是你。
别人只会对你说:
“孩子,勉强没幸福。”

人,是自私的。
从来都自私。

所以,别再妄想自己可以“无私”,
也别再期待别人会为你做和你为他们做的一样的事。

你是你,
我,是我。
他,是他。

人生无常,
今天过得好好的,
明天会发生什么,谁也不知道。

所以啊,别太执着。
别太坦诚。
也别太天真。

记得留一点防备,
留一点自我,
留一点沉默,
留一点不被辜负的力气。

Sunday, September 26, 2010

现实与幻觉

每个人都依赖自己的知识与认知来看待这个世界,
但讽刺的是——
我们最依赖的东西,
往往也是最限制我们的东西。

我们把这一切称作“现实”,
可那个所谓的现实,
真的是真实的吗?
还是只是一场清醒着的幻觉?

知识与认知,从来不是绝对的,
它们只是我们基于经验与局限所构建的框架。
而我们,就活在这个框架里,
以为那就是全部的世界。

人,其实都活在自己意识的泡沫中。
我们以为看见的是事实,
其实只是我们愿意相信的版本。

你,不这么觉得吗?

Friday, September 10, 2010

人生駕駛

在人生中,我們都會遇到許多挫折。
有時候,我們甚至不知道自己做錯了什麼。
有時候,對與錯的界線,真的很模糊。

我有一個朋友曾說:
「無論你做什麼,都會有人批評你。」
仔細想想,人生和駕車其實沒什麼不同。


你的人生,就是你的車子

駕車時,我們會看旁邊的後視鏡。
就像在人生裡,
我們也要留意身邊有誰在關心你、支持你。

有時候,你會看後照鏡。
就像回頭看看人生中,有誰一直在等你。
他們可能是你跌倒時的避風港,
是那些從來沒有走遠的人。

有時候,會走錯路。
那就轉彎,或者退一退。
不要硬衝。
放下固執,認錯不丟人,
迷路才是學會找方向的開始。


路上有時候熱鬧,有時候孤單

有時候,車裡有人陪你,
他們和你有著相同的目的地。
就像人生裡那些一起奮鬥的朋友,
同一條路上,一起前行。

但也有時候,只有你一個人駕駛。
這時你會想:
我希望誰在這車上?
我想和誰說話?
人生的孤單,也常常讓人想起那些特別想念的人。

旅途中會順利,也會抛錨

有時候,路很順,沒什麼車,
你很快就到達目的地。
那是人生中少見的順利時光,
但請記得珍惜。

有時候,車會壞,會抛錨,甚至發生意外。
就像人生中的崩潰、重創。
但車可以修,人生也可以重啟。

你也許會有一台慢的車,
但沒關係,慢慢來也會到。
有些人開跑車,有些人騎腳踏車,
但目的地,不分先後。

有時候,你會迷路。
那就停下來,撥通朋友的電話,
或者打開導航,找新路。
人生也是這樣,
迷茫時,問問人,尋個方向,不丟臉。

選擇誰與你同行,才是重點

你要載誰,去哪裡,怎麼走,
都是你的選擇。

即使有一天車撞壞了、什麼都沒了,
也沒關係,人生可以重新開始,
再買一輛車,再啟程。

駕太久了,累了,就休息一下。
就像人生裡,我們都需要偶爾停一停,
去旅行,去放鬆,去找回自己。

每個人都在開自己的車

也許我們不能掌控一切,
但我們始終有「選擇的權力」。
別放棄做選擇的勇氣,
因為這是我們為自己掌舵的唯一方式。

每個人都開著不同的車,
每段人生也不盡相同。

你開什麼樣的車,怎麼開、往哪裡開,
你想怎樣生活,怎麼走你的人生路——
那,永遠是你自己的選擇。

Thursday, August 26, 2010

S.M.I.L.E

You don't always have 
to pretend to be strong,
There's no need to prove all the time that 
everything is going well.
You shouldn't be concerned about
what other people are thinking,
cry if you need to, 
it's good to cry out all your tears
because only then 
will you be able to smile again.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Be Tough





Somtime is okay to be weak, 
as long as we know what to do.
Remember!
What doesn't kill you,
can only make you stronger.






Saturday, August 21, 2010






Are you happy?
or you just force yourself to be happy? 
He is the one you need or you love?
A.YES  B.NO 






Sunday, August 1, 2010

承担与失去

身为一个男人,
必须学会承担。
承担该承担的,
放下该放下的。

但人啊,常常就是这样——
拥有的时候不觉得重要,
等到失去了,才知道那东西有多珍贵。

我曾以为,
自己输得起。
我以为受伤不会怎样,
所以从不懂得珍惜。

也是因为这样,
我伤过人,
也丢掉了许多宝贵的东西。

直到有一天我终于明白,
我,其实已经输不起了。
那一刻,心就变得脆弱了。

因为我输过,
所以懂得后悔;
因为曾经拥有,
所以明白失去的痛;
因为真心爱过,
所以也哭了。

可后悔,并不会改变事情,
它只会留下遗憾。
那些离开的、失去的,
再也不会出现在我眼前。

我只能在记忆里,
回味那曾经的“拥有”。

哭过了,就擦干眼泪。
继续走,继续奋斗。
这是我唯一能做的。

我静静地等待,
等待那一天的到来。

也许不会有明天,
但如果有——
那明天,一定会更好。

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Sometimes

Sometimes, life feels heavy.
Not tragic. Not broken.
Just quietly miserable — like a sky that won’t clear.

And sometimes, words don’t help.
They try to speak, but they fall short.

It’s a good and rainy morning —
and somehow, that feels right.
Soft. Still. Almost sacred.

Sometimes, I look up and wonder.
Is this it?
Is it enough?
Am I missing something?

Sometimes, I feel sure of what I know.
Other times, I get lost in my own thoughts.
Like the world isn’t quite built the way it should be.
Like there’s a piece missing. A beat skipped.

Sometimes, a simple “sorry” feels like a gift.
Sometimes, it feels like a lift —
a small mercy that says, "I see you."

Sometimes, my heart feels so full,
I swear it might burst.

Sometimes, A doesn’t come before B.
And sometimes, 1 + 1 doesn’t add up to 2.
And that’s okay.

Sometimes, I question things I thought I already answered.
Sometimes, I don’t even want answers.
Just a moment to sit in it.

And guess what?

That’s life.
It just be like that.
Sometimes.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Learning to Sit With Storms

Weather forecast for today: dark.
Clouds heavy. Sky quiet.
Rain falling — soft, steady, endless.

I sit in a corner,
cigarette in hand,
watching the sky write its own poetry.

There’s something about rain.
Something calming.
It doesn't ask anything of you —
it just is.

And for a moment,
that’s enough.

I used to say I was in love with the whole world.
And maybe I still am —
especially when it wraps itself in its rainy arms.
Every drop feels like a reminder
that it’s okay to feel everything.

They say life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass.
It’s about learning to dance in the rain.
But some days,
you don’t need to dance.
You just need to sit still and let it fall.

Let the world be grey.
Let the moment be quiet.
Let it rain.
And just feel.

Because rainy days?
They don’t make me sad.
They make me real.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Funeral of Hearts

She was the sun, shining upon; 
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail. 
He was the moon, painting you; 
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale. 
She was the wind, carrying in; 
All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget. 
He was the fire, restless and wild; 
And you were like a moth to that flame.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

From Strangers to Everything (And Sometimes Back Again)

Remember when we were little,
and our parents would say,
“Don’t talk to strangers”?

Funny how life works.
Look around now —
most of the people closest to us
were once complete strangers.
People we didn’t know existed.
People we probably wouldn’t have spoken to
if we still listened to that advice.

Some of them became best friends.
Some, the ones we loved.
Others are just people we vibe with —
part of our world in ways we never planned.

It’s wild, isn’t it?
How someone can walk into your life as nobody,
and suddenly become a reason
you smile differently.

At first, we keep our guard up.
We don’t know their story,
what they carry,
what they might change.

But somehow,
walls fall.
Time passes.
Connections form.
And before we know it,
that stranger becomes someone we couldn’t imagine life without.

But here’s the part that hurts —
sometimes it all reverses.
Someone who once meant everything…
becomes a stranger again.
Like hitting rewind on a bond you never thought would break.

No goodbyes. No closure. Just space.
And silence.

Maybe that’s just how it goes.
Strangers to close.
Close to gone.
A cycle we all live through.

Still, it amazes me.
How the people who shape us the most
were once invisible.
Fate? Coincidence?
I don’t know.

But I do know this:
Some of the deepest parts of our lives
are written by people
we hadn’t even met yet.