life's not a problem to be solved, but a gift to be enjoyed.

It was silence, it was music, it was art, it was absurd

He stooped and shouted volumes without saying a single word

The same finger of the strong hand
That had written ten commands
For now was simply scribbling in the sand
(Michael Card, Scribbling in the Sand)

"God's testing us now that He may shake out of us the transient and temporal, that we may be established in the things which cannot be shaken and which shall remain.. Christ, the Author and Finisher of our faith, is searching and proving, bringing to light every weakness and defect so that we may be established, settled and prepared."
(excerpt A. B. Simpson)

the feeling's so utterly surreal that i'm frightened stiff. have we been seasoned too much such that we become apathetic to our surroundings? my heart no longer skips a beat, the adrenaline doesn't surge through to give me a boost. i'm walking through the whitewashed walls, oblivious to the surroundings, drowning in deadly silence.

i want to break free from these shackles of a humdrum existence
and run with the wind howling in my face as i chase the copious fall of leaves.
and when i'm done soaking in the deluge of the cold winter rain,
i'll sit on the peak of a green meadow and the beauty that spring so delicately encapsulates.
i'll lie on the lush pastures and drink in the warm summer rays.

我可以陪你去看星星 不用再多说明