吃完饭上网不经意在某个blog里面看到一段话...荆棘鸟的last一段...
Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die.
We are what we are, that is all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying.
Because it has to, it's driven to. We can know what we do wrong even before we do it, but self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it?
Everyone's singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard.
We created our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.
我们每个人都唱着自己以为最美的歌，明明知道前路无多却仍艰难跋涉。最重要的，我们为自己制造了那根荆棘，然后穷尽一生去为此歌唱。终其一生，这根荆棘，还有另外一个名字，叫做梦想。我们所能做的就是承受住那份痛苦甚至屈辱，然后告诉自己一切都是值得的。
很多事情都是自己心甘情愿去承担的,不论是生活上的、工作上的抑或是感情上的,不必婆婆妈妈去计较是对是错,只要觉得值,去马就是了。这是我的想法。