別人的故事、自己的故事

假如先看到了一本小說的結局，故事的過程是否就失去意義？
電視劇、電影、小說、漫畫甚至是比賽，似乎那扣人心弦就是那種迫切想要知道結局的期待跟好奇，也許是想證明自己的推論或猜測是否正確也或許只是想要有始有終。

對別人的故事，我們期待著結果，過程似乎不見得重要；而對於自己的故事我們是否也是滿心期待著結果，還是更享受那過程呢？雖然精采程度跟故事長短不一，但嚴格來說，每個人的結局都一樣，只是表現手法跟引導到結局的鋪陳不同，還有那留給其他觀眾的餘韻不同。

如果故事只是故事，沒有任何人來分享，那故事是否還有意義跟價值呢？你我的故事交錯著，彼此作為彼此的配角，卻沒有人告訴我們應該如何呈現我們的角色。

其實我們都能夠看到自己的結局，走到終點的方式雖然不同，但在這個世界上的終點站卻一樣。只是我們是否會到了模糊看到終點站前的旗幟，才恍然想起自己所經過的沿路風光，那曲折的道路，跟路上所碰到的其他人。雖然路途中有許多叉路，許多的路口讓我們選擇，但是最終只會走向同一個地方。

Birth is essentially the beginning of the end.

看了The Bucket List，想著自己是否會在快到終點時，才驚然發現有太多想做該做的事情還沒有完成？前陣子在一個課程中聽到，大部分的人只會遺憾自己"還沒有"做什麼事情，而很少是後悔自己曾經"做過"什麼事情。

我試著讓自己儘量減少對於無關緊要之事物的偏好，只著重於核心價值的維持，雖然看似對很多事情都無所謂，但就是因為不拘泥於一些偏好才比較有機會嘗試更多元的事物。但不可否認的，偏好於減少偏好也是一種偏好，每個人都應有權選擇自己想要走到終點的過程及方式，也因為結局都一樣，唯一能夠讓彼此有所區隔的只有過程。

Our Deepest Fear

Saw part of this quote from the movie "Akeelah and the Bee". Sometimes, we all need some kind of encouragement to go on and a reminder to trust ourselves and shine...

Our Deepest Fear
by Marianne Williamson from A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

Heroes?

Heroic movies or fictions have the tendency of focusing on life and death of the so-called "heroes" or the main character. Of course a story gotta have its focus, but I can't help myself thinking about all those "unimportant" characters, which has been shot in the head or blown up. And, it seems that no one else matters at all except the lead character.
How is ones's life more important than another? Why care about one's background, feelings, values or struggle, while all the other people seem to worth nothing at all.
To think a little bit deeper, should that sad security guard whose neck was snapped by the "hero" have a family of his own? What about his wife, his kids, his parents? Does he know he's working for the "bad guy"? Though a story doesn't have the endless paragraphs or chapters to waste on every single character's sad little story, the omission still seems way too rude for the dead. Afterall, those unimportant characters can be anyone of us or people around us and close to us.

Maybe, just maybe, people are too in need of idols or the chance to forget about their sad little lives. With that been said, I am probably just another one of them.

Where?

How should I put them all together?
Pieces of the wondering soul simply scattered.
Life is sometimes described as the making of one's will yet it might appear as fate in some instance.

Which can penetrate one's heart deeper, a touch or music?
One touch can find its way through all the interconnected cells to deep down inside.
Music somehow fills up the room with its own particles, there's no escape except taking every breath with it.

People try to think about the world as a whole all the time, even though we all only occupy such a small space at a time.
What if it's not the presence that counts, but how many hearts that's been reached.

Do people live inside the words they said or wrote?
Do they leave a secret passage to them on their painting or sculpting?
Can we hear them in the music that they once composed?