Over the rainbow

Maybe it's better to be blind, so you only see your own heart beating, in which the truth of life resides.

"I just want to communicate with people with my true voice, so they can be inspired by the greatness of music just I was as a child" --Andrea Bocelli

someone thinks he is the notes

someone thinks he is an instrument

someone thinks he is one of the players

someone thinks he is the conductor of the orchestra

but everyone is potentially the composer, and of cause the most ardent audient

两年前的现在，第一次开始记blog，开始在澳洲神奇的一个学期。

一切似乎都近在眼前，Royal Parade，IH, Trinity College，Wesley College，Library，Union House， 19路 tram，cocoblack，chili padi， 还有我发现仙境般的大树彩虹后院。。。

唠叨不停的一只脚长一只脚短的小蜜

长满豆豆比小蜜还要唠叨的数学家bowen

看似乖巧心里ws至极的亲爱的熊猫老兄

风风火火不带bra到处招惹男人的tracy小姐

一如既往的自信和cool的头很大身体很瘦的ajw

斯文深邃严谨有一点点脆弱有一点点喜欢小蜜的brian（小蜜，brian的联系方式你有吗，我这里不管是离DC还是Austin都不远呢）

房间里堆满香水酷酷的浙江商人Ellen

吃胡萝卜的lawyer mm，（开飞机的舒克，开坦克的贝塔？）

叫嚷着要挑战我乒乓球羽毛球其实是想来IH蹭饭的Jorg

哈哈哈。。。亲爱的们我错了。。。

每周狠命读philosophy of Christianity，因为我是班上唯一一个黑头发的学生；

每天早上起来猛冲去dinning hall吃早饭，做honey－peanut butter 或者tomato－cheese toast， 然后pack一个huuuuuuuuge 的sandwich去上课；

路上经过红土网球场停下来看两眼，经过music department停下来听两耳。

每天在harry porter电影里一样的dinning hall借着疏影中的阳光读书写字研究上帝，思绪确经常飘忽踌躇于人生中第一段浪漫。 我以为找到了上帝和爱情，于是为自己谱写了一个彩虹般的童话。

童话永远是童话， 故事的主线永远在变。

昨天在坐在某同学的车里飞速穿行在深夜与迷彩中，又听到墨尔本的音乐，a thousand miles, 似乎看到上帝意味深长的向我眨了一下眼睛。他看着我惊喜的样子不屑的诡异的藐视我，我不屑的诡异的回藐视，不自觉的说了一句“猪一样的”，他回曰：“好不好嘛”， 才意识到眼前这位仁兄只会流利的说两句中文（另外一句是“你怎么了啦”）。耸耸肩继续融化在飞速变化的夜色之中。继续旅行。继续寻找我的上帝。

Why do I want to have things even possession does not make me happy?

Because I lack the security of living just with myself.

Why does security necessarily involve having things?

Because the stagnancies of security require walls.

Why then do I need "security" at all?

Because I haven't figured out what freedom really is. 

when I stop craving for happiness, my mind is free and it takes life as it is. Then I see the real story of life and comes the true happiness.

when I stop attaching myself to people to work to daily life, my heart is free and it perceives the world as it is. Then I am attached to everything.

but will that be cruel? is it better to be perfect and black or limited but human? 

when we "fall" in love, we lost ourselves and we can not really love

then if we decided that we can not fall we will rise either in indifference or hatred

when we rise in love, we appreciate the heavenly power of life to become a better person

the best nectar in life can easily become the deadly poison

depending on how we drink it

if everything should come from within