Youth is not a time of life
it is a state of mind
it is not a matter of rosy cheeks
red lips and supple knees
it is a matter of the will
a quality of the imagination
a vigor of the emotions
it is the freshness
of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a
of courage over timidity,
of the appetite for adventure
over the love of ease.
This often exists in a man of 60
more than a boy of 20
Nobody grows old merely
by a number of years.
We grow old
by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin,
but to give up enthusiasm
wrinkles the soul.
bows the heart
and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether 60 or 16,
there is in every human
being's heart the lure of wonder,
the unfailing childlike appetite
of what's next
and the joy of the game of living.
In the center of your heart and my heart
there is a wirelessstation:
so long as it receives messages
of beauty, hope, cheer, courage & power
from men and from the Infinite,
so long are you young.
When the aerials are down,
and your spirit is covered
with snows of cynicism
and the ice of pessimism,
then you are grown old,
even at 20
but as long as your aerials are up,
to catch waves of optimism,
there is hope you may die young at 80.
For me the most interesting thing about a solitary life,and mine has been that for the last twenty years,is that it becomes increasingly rewarding. When I can wake up and watch the sun rise over the ocean, as I do most days, and know that I have an entire day ahead,uninterrupted, in which to write a few pages, take a walk with my dog,lie down in the afternoon for a think(Why does one think better in a horizontal position?),read and listen to music, I am flooded with happiness.
I am lonely only when I am overtired, when I have worked too long without a break, when for the time being I feel empty and need filling up.And I am lonely sometimes when I come back home after a lecture trip, when I have seen a lot of people and talked a lot,and am full to the brim with experience that needs to be sorted out.
Then for a little while the house feels huge and empty, and I wonder where myself is hiding.It has been recaptured slowly by watering the plants, perhaps, and looking again at each one as though it were a person,by feeding the two cats, by cooking a meal.
It takes a while, as I watch the surf blowing up in fountains at the end of the field, but the moment when the world falls away,and the self emerges again from the deep unconsciousness, bringing back all I have recently experienced to be explored and slowly understood,when I can converse again with my hidden powers,and so grow, and so be rewarded, till death do us part.
三、假如生活重头再来 Living life over
If I had my life to live over…… I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windowsbe rolled up on a summer day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I were not there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical，would not show soil or was guaranteed to last a life time.
There would have been more“I love yous”……more“I‘m sorrys”……butmostly，given another shots at life，I would seize every minute……look at it and really see it……live it……and never give it back.
我会说更多的“我爱你. ” … …更多的“对不起. ” … 但是最主要的是，如果我可以重新生活我会抓住每一分钟… …看看它, 实实在在地看它… …好好生活… …决不让它重头再来。