Nobody can SPOIL my Mood stp 107

浪漫 蔚蓝 让人们留情的马尔代夫 MALDIVES 

我只能說我太回味我們一起的旅行。雖然已經過了差不多2個月的時間，但是腦海中總會有一起瘋狂的片段閃過。
爲了一起旅行的計劃，我們一直遷就著對方，這個不行那個不可以，種種的因素我們都考慮過，真的很開始大家一起策劃的過程。
大夥兒也約定了，一年至少要一起旅行一次。爲了下一次的瘋狂，大家還是吵吵鬧鬧。

在這一次的回憶里，有歡笑 也有淚水。而我自己又陷入了快樂變為痛苦的糾結中。是我太執著，不清楚現在的社會還是真的有一見鍾情，爲了你的幸福我能給你全部？
說起來倒有點諷刺，這種誓言，美好的結局只有王子公主在童話故事里發生。我還真把自己當成公主，認為他人會把我捧在手心上。

還是 認清這個社會是現實的。

Nobody can SPOIL my Mood stp 106

Is exactly 2 years never update for this field, so many dustsss here. =D

Each new day is a blank page in the diary of your life. The secret of success is in turning that diary into the best story you possibly can.

“Please read my diary, look through my things and figure me out.” 

“... so this is for us.
This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and love
and this is for doing it even if no one will ever know
because the beauty is in the act of doing it.
Not what it can lead to.
This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playing
and no one is around and they will never know
but I will forever remember
and that shines brighter than any praise or fame or glory I will ever have,
and this is for you who write or play or read or sing
by yourself with the light off and door closed
when the world is asleep and the stars are aligned
and maybe no one will ever hear it
or read your words
or know your thoughts
but it doesn’t make it less glorious.
It makes it ethereal. Mysterious.
Infinite.
For it belongs to you and whatever God or spirit you believe in
and only you can decide how much it meant
and means
and will forever mean
and other people will experience it too
through you.
Through your spirit. Through the way you talk.
Through the way you walk and love and laugh and care
and I never meant to write this long
but what I want to say is:
Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourself
and let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.
Let your very identity be your book.
Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

So go create. Take photographs in the wood, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountain
where no one will ever hear
and your very existence will be the most hypnotizing scar.
Make your life be your art
and you will never be forgotten.”