忽然觉得人就像雨一样，好不容易吸食了天地之精华，日月之神魂，才得以来到这个美妙而又危险的世界。每一个人都是雨滴，最初全身包裹着水衣保护自己，却永远不知道是为了谁而辛辛苦苦的来到这个世界，为了谁而努力的去变得坚强。直到有一天，雨滴变得有了思想，不再需要微风轻轻抚摸它的脸庞，不再需要别人来保护自己，因为它知道，它来到这个世界是有着所必须好好完成且没有一点小瑕疵的任务：陪伴！对，是陪伴。陪伴所需要陪伴的人或物。所以它开启了自己内心的大门，让人们都更加的了解它；舍去了保护罩，给予别人保护。春天，它化作水滴，轻轻的催动着花儿们睁开朦胧睡眼；夏天，它化作雨，和风一起将世界的污浊全都清洗，和那洁身纯洁的荷一起不与世俗同流合污；秋天，它又在太阳出现时出现，给人们带来一轮精彩的虹景，那赤橙黄绿青蓝紫，每一样颜色都会使人们绽放灿烂的笑容；冬天，它则凝结自己，变成人们所期待的雪，缓缓到来，使得世界一片纯洁，无声的埋葬了所有的悲伤哭泣，带来了许多的欢声笑语。 每个人都是一滴雨，都可以为他人付出一切。而有那么一个人却是他想要付出所有乃至生命的，那便是随缘分而来的爱人。是雨眼中的风，风轻时，雨悄悄地亲吻它的...

忽然觉得人就像雨一样，好不容易吸食了天地之精华，日月之神魂，才得以来到这个美妙而又危险的世界。每一个人都是雨滴，最初全身包裹着水衣保护自己，却永远不知道是为了谁而辛辛苦苦的来到这个世界，为了谁而努力的去变得坚强。直到有一天，雨滴变得有了思想，不再需要微风轻轻抚摸它的脸庞，不再需要别人来保护自己，因为它知道，它来到这个世界是有着所必须好好完成且没有一点小瑕疵的任务：陪伴！对，是陪伴。陪伴所需要陪伴的人或物。所以它开启了自己内心的大门，让人们都更加的了解它；舍去了保护罩，给予别人保护。春天，它化作水滴，轻轻的催动着花儿们睁开朦胧睡眼；夏天，它化作雨，和风一起将世界的污浊全都清洗，和那洁身纯洁的荷一起不与世俗同流合污；秋天，它又在太阳出现时出现，给人们带来一轮精彩的虹景，那赤橙黄绿青蓝紫，每一样颜色都会使人们绽放灿烂的笑容；冬天，它则凝结自己，变成人们所期待的雪，缓缓到来，使得世界一片纯洁，无声的埋葬了所有的悲伤哭泣，带来了许多的欢声笑语。 每个人都是一滴雨，都可以为他人付出一切。而有那么一个人却是他想要付出所有乃至生命的，那便是随缘分而来的爱人。是雨眼中的风，风轻时，雨悄悄地亲吻它的...

We are not born with courage, but neither are we born with fear. Maybe some of our fears are brought on by your own experiences, by what someone has told you, by what you’ve read in the papers. Some fears are valid, like walking alone in a bad part of town at two o’clock in the morning. But once you learn to avoid that situation, you won’t need to live in fear of it. Fears, even the most basic ones, can totally destroy our ambitions. Fear can destroy fortunes. Fear can destroy relationships. ...

We are not born with courage, but neither are we born with fear. Maybe some of our fears are brought on by your own experiences, by what someone has told you, by what you’ve read in the papers. Some fears are valid, like walking alone in a bad part of town at two o’clock in the morning. But once you learn to avoid that situation, you won’t need to live in fear of it. Fears, even the most basic ones, can totally destroy our ambitions. Fear can destroy fortunes. Fear can destroy relationships. ...

miss Is life passing us by as we keep our minds super-busy? Are we missing out on the beautifulworld around us as we constantly think about the future — what we need to do, our anxietiesabout what might happen — and the past — what we did wrong, what someone else did to us,what we said, what should have happened?

miss Is life passing us by as we keep our minds super-busy? Are we missing out on the beautifulworld around us as we constantly think about the future — what we need to do, our anxietiesabout what might happen — and the past — what we did wrong, what someone else did to us,what we said, what should have happened?