If life is a big ball, I would rather that he is wearing red shoes people never stop, with music, dancing to the end of life!
The weather of this year as the impermanence of life, is the early summer is rainy. It is a gloomy afternoon, boring I curled up on the sofa, like a stuck in a swamp linger unyielding warrior, apart from those trying to efforts around a choking my troubles, meditation a mirage like beauty: bright sunshine people eyeful is Venus, bright and dazed, fragrance mix the intoxicating wine flavor, soft and not just the body and all consciousness; indistinct as silk soft wind into the music, and add more dream blurred. Time still, thinking no longer floating, only endless comfort in his rambling... Ear thick whispers are all with one voice: addicted to it, so obsessed, no longer thinking.
The soul rising, cold look at this fragile woman: "this is what you need? But is full of decadent game!
"What do you blame me! I had rather missing many secular concessions, to the pursuit of the spirit of self; to live awake, afraid to lose yourself. However, the end result is unbearable burden. More sober and more to the more painful -- face their own beliefs and incapable of action of pain! I was mortal, if conformity conformity can make me more happy, why should I insist?"
The soul silently watching me, for a long time, to give a sigh: "you really happy?"
I'm really happy?! Tears flowed away the breaching of the dike, vulnerable thoughts. Happiness is not evade, not face is not equal to does not exist, stop thinking can not prove that won't hurt, lead a befuddled life eventually. Even wear those magical red shoes, dancing is just the body, dance, not to the soul of emptiness.
Everyone has a pair of red shoes can not stop to feel helpless, struggling to the end......