Her Happiness

If I can't see you bathed in happiness, how would I be able to enjoy mine even if I find the guy in the future?

Our hearts are joined together... for you gave me life and  raise me up...

your happiness comes before mine and my future man's; for your happiness is an important mission in my life. 

This is what my heart speaks to me as you tell me things. 

Don't give up. Life is unfair, but for you, it must return the fairness someday. 

我所嚮往的

她。她們。他們。

你身邊的人，一定總是跟你一樣優秀又充滿願景的人們吧？

我欣賞你。很欣賞。但我知道我不可能到達你那種境界。

我沒有那麼優秀啊....

我也沒有像你一樣跟他們有足夠的相同語言可以一起共鳴。

你說的她們，因為你的顧慮和精細的打算，都可以放棄了，怎還會有我的位置呢？

我只是，遠遠的想著你這樣的人，深深感到我們的距離。

我好想和你一起進入那樣的世界。

這麼多的不足，這麼少的時間，做的到嗎？

我也不過是你碰巧遇到的人罷了。

一年，就一年，都要走了，還有什麼關係呢？

都是以自己為重吧。

展翅飛好，我會望著你的...你是我的榜樣，我看著你；

你的羽毛底下的多愁善感，我也會守望，不是只有你這樣的...我會看著你；

從我們的交集開始不久後，你早就在我的注視中了。

你讓我領悟好多。

也想好多。

所以我說嘛，又不是只有你這樣。

呵。

[Poem] The Invitation - Oriah

The Invitation by Oriah 

http://www.oriahmountaindreamer.com/ 

It doesn’t interest me

what you do for a living.

I want to know

what you ache for

and if you dare to dream

of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me

how old you are.

I want to know 

if you will risk 

looking like a fool

for love

for your dream

for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me

what planets are 

squaring your moon...

I want to know

if you have touched

the centre of your own sorrow

if you have been opened

by life’s betrayals

or have become shrivelled and closed

from fear of further pain.

I want to know

if you can sit with pain

mine or your own

without moving to hide it

or fade it

or fix it.

I want to know

if you can be with joy

mine or your own

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you 

to the tips of your fingers and toes

without cautioning us

to be careful

to be realistic

to remember the limitations

of being human.

It doesn’t interest me

if the story you are telling me

is true.

I want to know if you can

disappoint another

to be true to yourself.

If you can bear

the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty

even when it is not pretty

every day.

And if you can source your own life

from its presence.

I want to know

if you can live with failure

yours and mine

and still stand at the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon,

“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me

to know where you live

or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after the night of grief and despair

weary and bruised to the bone

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me

who you know

or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand

in the centre of the fire

with me

and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me

where or what or with whom

you have studied.

I want to know 

what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.

I want to know

if you can be alone 

with yourself

and if you truly like

the company you keep

in the empty moments.