又寂寞，又美好。

為了一場系友座談會，終於強迫自己回顧一整年的丹麥生活，連日在成千上萬張照片中載浮載沉。故事有如一千零一夜，能說的太多，然而那些聲光氣息與情感，又能傳達多少？


去年盛夏S來到哥本哈根，搭乘水上巴士的途中，波光與夕陽相映，在一切美好回憶中我感到前所未有的孤獨，只因我已然在無人的人生道路上出發，且自此之後將沒有人能夠完全地了解了。妳輕輕點頭，我想妳懂的。


感覺掏空，不願再多說了。


或許這就是為什麼，我只對你說，絮絮叨叨，就這樣，過了一日又一日，不覺過了一個年頭。


這樣的羈絆，真是又寂寞，又美好。

孩子

上次和你們聚餐時談到了孩子，我想要孩子，從來就不需要理由。或許是因為一個充滿孩子歡笑聲的家，對我來說才是一個真正的家。同時這樣的決定對女孩的人生而言，需要審慎的規劃，和男孩並不相同。


愛一個人，生他的孩子。是男孩，便教導他像你，讓更多女孩也幸福。是女孩，則使她有我的好，讓你從頭開始愛我


Children


And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,
"Speak to us of Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.


-Kahlil Gibran, The Prohpet