We can't make bricks without clays

Let’s face it. We love to lie.
Lying is almost an inherent part of being human. We lie to friends when the truth is too harsh to reveal; we lie to parents when the truth is too wrong to divulge; we lie to ourselves when the truth is too difficult to deal with. But no matter who you lie to, what you lie about and when you decide to lie, there is one truth that stands.
We lie.

But before we condemn ourselves for the inherent untruthful part of our species’ nature, we must ask ourselves the following question:

Why do we lie?

And the answer to this, I believe lies, in another, similar question:

What on earth is truth?

Any talk about dishonesty must first be matched with a discussion on the implications of honesty itself. Truth is a difficult term to define. What is truth? Who defines it? What drives us toward believing in it? These are questions left for the philosophers and thinkers to answer. But in my amateur opinion, truth is arbitrary. What I hold as my truths will differ from a young Muslim boy living on the streets of Istanbul, or an old Christian woman retiring in her home in Switzerland. In essence, eternal truth does not exist, nor does it matter in the grand scheme of things. Truth, in its entirety, is solely defined by the thinker and only the thinker.

So why then do we lie?

The answer is surprisingly simple.
We lie because we believe our own truths does not match what others’ hold as truths. We lie in order to search for the truth of the majority – the truth that a lot, if not most, of the human beings on the planet believe in. Truth, in contrast to what most people think, can only be found when enough lying has been done. We will only differentiate between falsified information and truthful accounts of experience once we’ve received enough falsified accounts.

Remember: we cannot make bricks without clay.

Now before you accuse this blog of teaching children the wrong thing, let me clarify. I’m not supporting lying, or at least not in the nitty-gritty sense. Lying is not good. Lying is the wrong thing to do when your objective is only to put responsibility that you should’ve owned up to on someone else’s shoulder.
I’m not talking about that type of lying.
I’m talking about fiction. Lying on the grander scheme. Lying in order to ultimately find a greater goal – a greater truth about life, yourself and those around you. A friend’s white lie in order to find out the truth about a situation. An author’s fictional element in his own autobiography in order to get his own point across. Or a father’s lie to his son in order to stress the importance of a concept, idea or rule he’s teaching. These lies are those that guide us to a truth – a betterment of the scenario around you. And these are the lies that are – to some extent – supported by good conscience

路

台北的午夜有一種想念的氣味　它總是讓人難以入眠　讓人哽咽
那房間的煙味想著誰想著誰　它總是不經意的又一次
有意思　沒意思在耳邊無理徘徊
真的有一點累　真的無力我向後退
因為你的一句問候不能代表　你真的能體會

我知道這一路的風風雨雨　它總是讓人跌倒
也知道這一路的曲曲折折　會模糊了我的想要
未來也許飄渺　我的力量也許很渺小
要讓你知道執著是我　唯一的驕傲

Merry Christmas

Things ALWAYS get better, and you should be alive to see it.

Catches the bad, let's in the good.

For every rose petal, for every kiss you gave me.


Come follow me into the night.


Newtons cradle.

 
 Eyes bluer than the brightest skies.

 
Find beauty in yourself.

 
Shine bright like a diamond,
I found energy in the sun rays.


I find it easier to run away from my problems,
then to deal with them.

 
I really want a caterpillar roll.

 
Hugs and Kisses


 I like her make up 0_o

 

I am the size of a 12 year old. And I look like a 12 year old. There should be NO reason why they refuse to sell me a kids meal.

其实只是时间问题

一
人是很容易滋生惰性，

经常憋不住气就松懈下来。某次，M对我说，想想看，自己那么拼干嘛。我想了很久这个问题，对啊，那么拼干嘛，图什么，为了什么。
很多东西走不开，很多东西落不下，我有时候会告诉自己，我终于知道了自己希望得到什么。
可是有时候又会怀疑自己，人生始终是这么矛盾的东西。
 

二
工作很忙碌，很辛苦，有时候真的很想好好睡觉，慰劳我那长期劳损的肩膀。
其实这都还好，真正折磨人的是忙忙碌碌，却始终得不到某种安全感。
这才是真的可悲。
某些体会，在慢慢流逝的时间里，自然而然就体会到，逃都逃不掉。
我始终记得这句话，我们肯定不是过得最糟糕的，虽然不是最好的。
 

三
我已经放弃了某些东西，也很接受现实。
毕竟这个世界上大多数人都是普通人，大多数人在做自己想做的事情的时候还是要受到钱的掣肘。
何况人，总有满足不完的欲望。
谁不恨，谁恨。
都没太大意义。
 

四
我图一个稳定的生活，我已经不想做太多的改变。
我希望生活可以继续这样下去。
再未来，我只希望我，我的家人，我男人，我孩子，我的狗，平安。
至于其他，其实，无知的后排围观群众是最幸福的。
我正在努力朝着这个方向发展，其实只是时间问题。

性感

性感是一种状态，一种气质，一种表达。女人可以不漂亮，但不能不性感.

“性感

是一种以内心的智慧和外在的妖娆修炼而得的一种状态、气质和表达”，全面而不失优雅地表现了她极力倡导的观点"

谁相信过，等到天昏地暗的爱情？

爱情在时间里堆积，在
死亡中结束。

或许一个浪漫得接近俗气的故事，却真的让我哭过，感动过。

承认

你总是一副不在意的样子
在我面前笑嘻嘻 话语如儿戏
我对你充满疑意
然而当他的手挥舞在我的肩臂
突然你的眉间多了一丝严厉
而在你眼里找到的却是怜惜
你转过身去 拳已攥紧

你承认吧 你需要我
可你需要更多的是勇气
你害怕失去 更害怕一个人的孤寂
我承认了 我需要你
选择友谊是对爱情的逃避
试着抛开怀疑 因为我已经无力再抗拒

我总是猜不透你的用意
曾经试图一而再 再而三读懂你
如果说我不在意 那也是一出戏 这不是秘密
在你面前我无须掩盖什么东西
因为你懂我的点点滴滴
我只是来不及 承认自己

你承认吧 你需要我
可你需要更多的是勇气
你害怕失去 更害怕一个人的孤寂
我承认了 我需要你
选择友谊是对爱情的逃避
试着抛开怀疑 因为我已经无力再抗拒

看不清 弄不明
我不想再猜测什么
只要听你说"我需要你！"
(承认了，我承认了……)