孩子眼中智者的缺陷
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周末的早晨, 我们一家三口浅读了罗素的快乐智慧 (Russell’sWisdom on Happiness）. 我大声读了书中第一页的第一段, “有三种简单却铺天盖地般强烈的激情, 支配了我的整整一生: 对爱的渴望, 对知识的追求以及对人类苦难的难以承受的怜悯.� (Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.)
听到我对这位大师级人物的语言感染力发出的由衷的赞叹. 敦敦说, “妈妈, 罗素只是写出了他自己对人生的感受。 很可惜，他本人并不是一个快乐的人.” 我和敦爹放下手中的茶杯, 拜托小儿拿出证据再做评论.�
“你刚读的那一段罗素的自白就足以证明了这一点。”So What? 我们追问。敦敦见二老还不太明白。耐心地解析道: 没得到爱的人才有着强烈的 ‘对爱的渴望’, 当一个人面对苦难, 自己又无能为力改变这些苦难时是十分痛苦的. ‘难以承受’ 这个词足以证明他痛苦的程度. 这几句话就勾勒出, 没有被爱, 同时忍受精神上无尽痛苦折磨的罗素，您看他的照片，我们赶紧把眼光移向书角上罗素的一张黑白小照，那是一张被痛苦折磨得几近狰狞的脸. 看着我们没完全被说服的样子，敦敦指着第一章的标题 ‘我为什么活着?’ 对发傻的爹娘说, “快乐的人一般不会问这样一个问题.” 我们不得不点头，承认敦敦的推理有些许逻辑。
去年我跟敦敦花了不少时间研究诸子, 我觉得他应该忘的差不多了. 昨晚睡觉前, 我问敦敦对这些智者的看法. 敦敦带着睡意说, “在诸子中，老子站得最高, 善讲真道理; 孔子太注重小节; 孟子太过自责; 庄子啥都不管.” 敦敦反问老妈的看法, 我说：“我崇拜老子, 尊敬孔子, 欣赏庄子, 明白孟子.” 他加上一句, “您还喜欢林语堂.” “孩子，你说对了。看来，这两年我没白跟你一起读书。”
“敦敦, 既然老子是智者中的高人，你崇拜老子吗?” 我问. 这小子毫不犹豫地说 “不！” 我问，“为啥?” 他说, “在我这个年龄，我没有必要崇拜任何人. 思考和时间允许我形成自己的思想, 在这一点上我跟‘诸子’们是平等的.”面对眼前如此翩翩少年，我真羡慕他有‘轻狂’的资本。
I just noticed that the microlending site Kiva.org accepts Paypal for payments.... a great chance for me to sell some once beloved, but now excessive/outgrown items on eBay and�loan the profits to struggling small businesspeople all over the world.� When the loan is (hopefully) repaid, I can then reinvest again.
Seems like a small way for me to fight against the global credit freeze, rather than trying to 'spend our way out' of the downturn.
Best Friend Forever, that title is being thrown around alot these days. I'm thinking the originators didn't have a real grasp on the forever part. Probably being a bit overly optimistic.
I've had a very long friendship with Barb. We met when we were teens. We soon married men that had known each other since they were little, so we became close over the years. As our families grew we supported each other through the tough times and shared in tons of fun times. We came to consider each other as family.
I never had to say or think that our friendship had to have a time-frame put on it. ie; "BFF". I did however, tell others that Barb was my best friend. Not sure if she had that same opinion of me. Not feeling valued as a friend at all these days. Not for quite awhile really.
Most recently I know that Barb's struggling with her son's move to another country with his wife and kids. I know she anticipated feeling a great loss. I can imagine how she feels, I am sorry for her and wish I could help. I also know that this will pass and�that she wants what her son wants and hopes for his happiness - whatever or wherever that is.
Yesterday I got a call from�Janet, she doesn't call often but had run into my father unexpectantly and had to share�thier encounter with me. Cool. But when she told me about how it's going for Barb and that she has�been here-there-and everywhere seeking shoulders to cry on, I realized I wasn't one she wanted to turn to. It saddened me.�
I have to wonder if�I've been a good friend�to her. I�feel very much on the outside of her life when it comes to�her times of need. I am thinking back on events�like a death in the family. I reach out to help and she turns away even rejects me. I told myself this is the way she handles things, it's about her not me. We have a strong bond, don't be concerned that�it means anything bad.
Today, I can't believe�the story anymore. �I don't know what else I can do. I've made myself available, to me that's about it. If she needs me she'll find me.
I think I sound so stupid right now. Wah-wah, poor me!! Shut-up! Your friend is having a hard time and you're upset that she doesn't need you to help her with it!!!!! Grow up!
im so sick of this shit.
of it always being about you instead of me
�a truth from you never being a gurantee
since the day that i met you i could never understand
why that girl with the brown eyes was your kind of brand
she was the one you denied me for, the one you cried for
and i was just that other girl that you seemed to ignore
but i gave you my heart and i gave my word
when that bitch fucked you over for some other dude she preferred
yet you still ran back to her after i gave you my heart
i knew you would do all this right there from the start
Its like one day you loved me, the next day you cared less
and i sit there stressing and feeling a mess
so now im stranded, lost and feeling alone
and i still cry and feel butterflies when i smell your cologne
so when that day comes around when you realize im the one
you can give me a call so i can say "FUCK YOU IM DONE"
Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for awhile and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same.-- Anonymous
I chose this quote for a special reason, mainly because some people I know have been having troubles with who their true friends are. I agree completely with this quotation, saying that some peopl come into our lives and quickly go, and there are some that stay for a while and leave footprints on our heart and we are never the same. This is really true for me. I've had friends that have came and gone, and then there are some that are there, but we don't talk, unless we really need each other. Then there are some that have been there through everything. I find that I will never be the same because of how their words, their just being there has left me not only speechless in how a friend can endure what others are going through.
I am a friend who will do that for one of my friends, but that's just who I am, I have never expected others to do so. What my said friend has done for me left me speechless, very emotional, just at how they were there for me, and to me that's what a true friend is. A true friend will be there no matter what happens in your life. However, just regular friends, or acquaintances, are the one's who you let into your life, you put all your trust into them, and yet they don't quite return that trust, you tell them your life story, in hopes they will respect what you have gone through, and be there for you, but blow you off when you really need them. A true friend will always be there for you, no matter what, even if they can't be physically, they will be there by phone, or just IMing online, just to see how you're doing, and help you no matter what.
If you are having troubles trying to decide who your "friends" and true friends are. Step back and think about what those people have done for you, who has actually been there for you to talk to, to cry on, or just be there, and hasn't said anything about what you tell them to anyone. Good luck!
Nated
well another week over and done and i'm mot bankrupt yet still keeping head above water still managing to the bills so thats one less thing to wory about . next thing is the xmas word god knows what were going to do about it this year, but one thing for sure i'm not going to make my self ill with worry over it .apart from that every thing else is ticking by nicely i have my appointment for the gyny� at last so now at least i know that some one will finally sort things out for me .well not much else to say so see ya later
I've always been the little girl that hid behind doors growing up from ages 6 to 16. My mother thought she had it all worked out and supposedly met the man of her dreams when I was 6 years old. At first I thought he was a pretty nice guy. As time progressed, I noticed a few changes in my living situation. I was no longer allowed to open the refridgerator to get something to eat. I always had to ask to get a glass of water and go to the bathroom. I didn't really understand why my mom had chose to be with him and never said anything to him about the way he was trying to raise me. I had a younger brother that was deemed the devil child to my moms boyfriend and at 3 years old was getting his butt whooped for something totally stupid and off the record. I tried to keep myself out of trouble, but nothing seemed to work. Me and my brother were just 2 kids growing up in a house of hatred and my mother saw nothing wrong with the picture, at least I dont think she did. I got my butt whooped almost everyday and I always had to sit on my bed and I could never play with my toys. Four years had gone by and my mother decided to marry this quack when I was at school. When I got home she told me she got married and all I could do is look her dead the face and ask "WHY?" She never told me, but then I moved to a different house and things didn't get any better. I was always in trouble as was my brother. When I turned 11, things started to change, I wasn't getting my butt whooped as much but I can't say much for my brother. I was molested beyond repair and I tried to tell my mother, but she didnt seem to believe me. I then, had a wonderful and awesome friend that let me confide in them and I told her everything. She had taken in as much as she could until one night, my brother got into trouble for something totally stupid and got his butt whooped and my mom wasnt home and her "husband" wouldn't stop hitting him, I tried my best to yell at him to stop but that did not work. When I got to school the next day, I told my friend everything and she went with me to the office because she quote "had had enough of this bullsh*t." And that day my life changed, something inside me told me what I had to do. Later on that day, my mother arrived at my school and I had to go to the police station and file a report and record a testimony and everything. Her "husband" was arrested and told to leave the premises. I thought things were going to be better, but they got worse, I got blamed for ruining her life and I didn't feel accepted at home anymore. So, I started looking in to other options for myself, rather than running away because I knew in my heart that I wanted to finish high school. I sat my mother down one day and told her that I wanted to join the National Guard at 17 years old. She signed the papers and I was on my way. Before I left for Basic Training I met a remarkable person and fell in love with him to this day. He is the love of my life and I would do anything for him. I then went to basic training, all the while still dating him, so yes, i have been in a long distance relationship for 3 months. It was hard but I stuck it out. Then I returned to school and completed high school and recieved my diploma. I was very proud of myself. I mean I had my life set and a career and a fresh start for college because the guard paid 100% tuition. I had it made, BUT then something tragic happened, I was ran over by a car and I lost my career due to my leg having a huge hole and myself not being able to complete training, (this happened a year ago), but I'm trying my best to get my leg to its fullest extent of therapy. It will never be like the other leg, but I know that now. I currently just went back to work and am living my life day to day, not taking sh*t from anyone and loving my family and friends that are there for me.� I know this entry may seem way too long, but the title "Growing up is hard to do" is what I am trying to emphasize on.� No matter what happens in life, whether it be growing up in a messed up world like me or growing up without parents and on the street, everybody is different and sometimes it takes longer to "grow up" persay than most. I know it took me 19 years and it'll prolly still take me til I pass to figure out that I never stop learning or growing up, but I may reach a medium. So for all� you bloggers out there, I just wanted to say, hang in there, it'll get worse before it gets better. And if you ever see something wrong with how your friends are being treated, please be there for them. It helps out a tremendous amount and you'll be glad that you did it!
Thank you
Alyssa
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