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I used to live out the old idea of living today as if it were my last. And then I find I become more and more rush and greedy. Fear prevails over the gratitude, so anxiety becomes the commander.
If I treat every day as the first day and experience the beauty of everything around me--the people, places, things, and events--with fresh eyes. How is the first time? Wonder wins through the staleness, so curiosity transforms into the passion. I love to remember. I love to slip away from reality and go somewhere I've been, be with people I miss, and stay awhile there inside my yesterdays.
Imagine how exciting it would be to treat everyone I meet tomorrow like it was the first time. Oh, not pretending like I don't know them and they don't know me. But how about making a real effort to "see" them. A chance to really pay attention to who they are and what they bring to my life. Imagine taking the time to re-discover why I love them, why I call them friend, why I enjoy their company so much. And I know the most important thing is the way I see myself. If I can truly see myself for the very first time, then the rest of the day will be incredible. |
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