如果有一天 我们分开了 是一定要分开的那种分开 是很久不能联系的那种分开
我会给你画张地图 上面有我们去过的所有地方 和那些打算一起去的地方
每个地方有我给你讲过的故事 只要轻轻打开 还会有我们在一起的笑声 可以让你听见
地图上的每条路都通向一个地方 那个地方叫家
有那么一天 真的分开的时候 我发现地图不见了
是怎么找也找不到的不见 是很久也找不到的不见
这样的分开是再也不会遇见的分开
虽然不甘心 其实还在意
Stay Together
The wedding vows sometimes do speak a bit of truth in real life. Couples do stay together for better or for worse. Well, probably more during the worse than the better.
Where is the part of truth?
Before we search for the truth, let me just say, truth is overated. It is rarely worth knowing and usually hard to deal with.
I, for one, have a hard time to find it. It feels like playing a hide-and-seek game with a real pro. Except, you don’t even know what exactly is hidden.
Name 3 things I know for sure it is true and worth knowing.
- I know I always get nervous while standing on a big stage and have my palms sweat out. And yet somehow, as long as I could slip the first sentence of my speech, I could do just fine as I practise in restroom.
- I know it is hard to understand something when you don’t feel clicked. If that happens, I shall remember it may not be that hard just say so and try it all over again. Nothing is too late to learn.
- I know things are gonna get worse before it gets better. When it does get better, it will last longer if the worse part is longer as well.
Name 3 things I cann’t explain but I know for sure it is true.
- I know gravity is there. But I am not what exactly it is. Not understanding it doesn’t affect my acknowledgement of its existence.
- I know I was born. Honestly, I don’t remember much of that day when I was born. Mom said it was at dawn after a long painful night. She claims I was so lazy. I told her, I wouldn’t be able to explain that but I trust her statement as the only statement I was provided.
- I know I feel better at evening. The later, the better. I know how I feel but I cann’t explain why. Probably because of the lights.
So where is the part of truth in our daily lives?
One thought or deception that is valid at this instant would be shattered at the next. Is it true enough?
One moment of belief is overwhelmed with next moment of doubt. Is it true enough?
One glimpse of strength may stem from one weak spot. Is it true enough?
A Powerful Spoken Poem by Sarah Kay
I doubt if words are necessary to introduce this poem and poet for her powerful, inspiring speech.
http://www.ted.com/talks/sarah_kay_if_i_should_have_a_daughter.html
If I should have a daughter…Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.
And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried. And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”
But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises.
When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.
You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
“Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
