Monday, December 13, 2010

舞臺

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. 
(Shakespeare, W. (1623) As You Like It, Act 2 Scene 7)

其實人生不過是個舞臺,
這個身體不過是是在這個舞臺上,
完成劇本的一個工具。

人如果能在不同的舞臺,
換不同的角色上臺演出,
就能減少很多很多衝突。

其實人沒有必要爲了恨、爲了愛、
或爲了任何事
和別人發生衝突,或記仇記恨……
廣結善緣,人見人愛。
時時感恩,減低慢心。
方能笑傲江湖,四海以內皆兄弟,
才能如海水容納百川。

so?

不要講人,
先從自己做起。
shhh……

還有啊,
別為情自殺。

你為他死,
人家卻還那麼快活,
那又何必?
如果因為他,
找到了比你更好的,
最後分手,
你應該成全他、祝福他。
你才是愛他的。

你才是最偉大的。


成全他人幸福,
自己也感到很幸福。

成全他人,
也成全自己快樂的心。

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