Anywhere is a new beginning marking a tough ending.
Anywhere is a piece of memory, loving and laughing.
Anywhere is a cozy lodge in my heart, where you're forever residing.
Anywhere is an entrance to a new journey that I'll have to be embarking.

 

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YouTube - Enya - Anywhere is
 

If it started wrong, can it ever end right?
Is ending necessary?
Sometimes, irrationally, you may prefer keeping on the wrong track knowing it may lead to a crash to swerving into an unknown alternative lane. Is that pure inertia? Or are you addicted to the old way of living?

When love has to be terminated, would you choose to be occupied by emptiness or hurt? Either way, nobody's gonna heal your blistered foot; either way, tears that had been shed on the back of your ear would always remember the love and joy that had once belonged to us. You and I.

The fishes will earnestly watch each other swimming in the stream, free and safe.
Flowers may not have faded; but the season is over.

Jenny跟“ ”终于在一起了。 “ ”同学见了家长， 大事似乎已定。
这其中的波折、斗争、挣扎……我大概也知道一点。
哪段感情没有过跌宕起伏？没有过彷徨犹豫？作为我最好的朋友之一，看到Jenny终于找到幸福的归属，我高兴得差不多热泪盈眶了。还以为我俩会一起孤独终老相依为伴的，甚至说过我们老了要一起去西藏，离天最近的地方。现在，剩下我一个人在自由的风中飞翔，当我经过你的时候，请让我看到你是幸福的。

Jenny，我祝福你！

When something's fading, at least it is gradual and you can be mentally prepared for it.
When something's failing, the avalanche leaves no time for you to ration. Even if you are the lucky one who manages to run away, you will have to restart, from the very foot of the mountain again.
Good luck, climber! 

Do people fall in love and become obsessed with each other?
Do people get obsessed with each other because they can't be in love?
Is obsession driven by love, or desire?

Partially in response to the above questions, here is the term called "Limerence" that Eric, my buddy, found on wiki.
" Limerence refers to an involuntary cognitive and emotional state of intense romantic desire for another person. The term was coined by psychologist Dorothy Tennov to describe the ultimate, near-obsessional form of romantic love. Limerence can often be what is meant when one expresses having intense feelings of attachment and preoccupations with the love object (love is being objectified here--me). Limerence is characterized by intrusive thinking and pronounced sensitivity to external events that reflect the disposition of the limerent object towards the individual. It can be experienced as intense joy or as extreme despair, depending on whether the feelings are reciprocated."

So there is a term for "desire to be loved", which may shine some lights on how we perceive hopes of love. At one point or another in life, we all may be going through the dark and seemingly never-ending tunnel of limerence and wondering worriedly: where is my way out!

life is just the past tense of death....

i just made this up out of the blue and it made my dear friend Eric concern.
but i thought it was a logical (semantically, at least) sentence.

为什么明知道没有可能还会去做
只为那微薄的希望

有朝一日希望幻灭
何处寻道理？

有些感情不会表达 有些感情不能表达 有些感情不表达
不论是何原因 结果都伤人

*"Passions" here referred to strong emotions.

我自以为是一个文者。把身体和心灵的感觉变成纸或电脑屏幕上一行行文字的过程是我和自己交流的过程。

我喜欢在不备打扰的情况下思考，安静地记录下思考的过程和结果。如果可以的话，我宁愿连呼吸也暂停。思如泉涌的时候，心中的紧张和激动不异于百米赛跑--打字和思维的竞赛，紧张使我所有的感官自动关闭：我听不到别的声音，只有心脏在跳动；我看不到旁的东西，只有手下的纸或者眼前的屏幕；我不想跟任何人讲话，除了那个深深隐藏偶尔露面的inner self。有时候写得入神，心情会从大脑泛到脸上，会随着文字微笑和皱眉，会因为眼看就要写完却一时不能措辞而涨得满脸通红，会因为提笔忘字或是打字速度不如思维跳跃得快而跟自己恼火，也会因为一气呵成而沾沾自喜，然后把自己认为优美的文章反复阅读，最后看到有人留言就很快乐甚至感动。

文者是快乐的。我手写我心。过程和结果同样重要。文者是自由的，在文字的世界里，只有我和美好和谐的语言，不用担心被伤害，只在乎谁来赞赏。

The most comfortable season of the year.
The most beautiful period in my life.
Though there may be lots of ups and downs in my heart,
in the peaceful and tranquil Blooming-Town,
they become gentle waves.
covered under their white caps,
are the deepest secrets of mine....


I even made an English version of my blog! I am so GOOD!!!! Yo!

一年中最舒适的季节
生命中最美丽的时光
心中纵有万千起伏
亦在恬静的花开镇里
化作微澜
粼粼波光掩盖着我心底深深的秘密

如果我必须离开, 请你忘了我, 幸福地生活. 如果你选择离开, 请不要再回来.  忘记可能需要些时间, 最终我还是会自由.

曾经从它身边经过
听到它稚气的声音呢喃着碎叙难懂的词句
穿插着断续起伏的笑声
纯净、无邪
它温暖的呼吸不时掠过耳背
漾起一波一波的甜蜜
沿着皮肤渗透每一个毛孔

我是这么清晰地记得与它擦身而过的瞬间
那时
天很蓝
风很懒
感官都变得灵敏
几乎可以在刹那间扑捉到幸福

我记得它的味道、它的声音、它的触感
却不能在记忆里描绘它的样子
除了堆砌若干形容词来表达主观的感觉
我不能告诉你它的样子
因为我不小心把它遗失在熙熙攘攘的人群里了

它是个淘气的小孩子
天真活泼不沾染一丝世俗的尘埃
却总是想挣脱大人的手
它，有个沉重的名字叫爱情