不知道今天为什么突然想起了这首曲子，翻出来听听，果然很感慨。然后打开邮箱，发现我和Li Li几乎在同时发给对方一封邮件，说的同一件事，呵呵。

上海下起了雨，下雨的味道让我想起了家，想起了高中。家里下雨就是这个味道，一阵秋雨一阵凉，这个味道意味着我最不喜欢的季节就要来了。Anyway，走在雨里的时候，我想起了生活了六年的北京就知足了，庆幸现在还好是在上海，否则一年不喜欢的时间又得长出好多。出差好久没回家，回来发现这也没了那也没了，于是多了一堆乱七八糟的事。下了班奔走于超市银行等各种生活设施之间，最后拎着满满一袋东西往家走时，终于可以松口气了。每天什么都在赶，连睡觉都在赶，无穷无尽的事情，也许现在我还享受这种忙碌，更享受偶尔忙里偷闲地自怜自恋一番。

今天给一个朋友写mail，在喧闹嘈杂的世界中看到了他的mail，平和淡定且勇敢，很开心的说。回信的时候想起了“Tuesdays with Morrie”，回味的感觉很好，share一下，就当是收拾心情了。

 

Why people are afraid of love?
We stop ourselves from being loved, because we are too afraid of giving ourselves to someone we might lose.

How to die is how to live.
Just imagine a little bird on your shoulder. And everyday you say, Is this the day I'm going to die, little bird? Am I ready? Am I leading the life that I want to lead? Am I the person that I want to be?
If we can accept the fact that we can die at any time, we can lead our life differently.
If you did have a bird on your shoulder, you wouldn't put off the things closest to your heart.


Work, money, ambition, we bury ourselves in these things. Could we ever stand back and say, yes, this is what I want?

Life pulls you back and forth, like a rubber band. Put you one way that you think you want to do; put you another way that you think you have to do.

Love always wins. Love is the only rational end. Let it come in.

A story about the waves.
A wave crushing into the shore and he gets scared. Another wave says, why do you look so sad? And the little wave says, because we're gonna crush, all our waves are gonna be nothing, don't you understand? Another wave says, you don't understand, you are not a wave, you're part of the ocean.