Spar For Mind

Joey is a keeper of a warehouse, a certain good man. But he had been suffering from his shortcoming, therefore, he always got complaining from his customers for saying something hurt to them. No sooner he ended in suspending to keep his job.

Most of time, he would regretted immediately and would have done anything to have taken the words back after said something hurt people.

 In an effort to undo what she had done, she went to an older, wiser woman in the village, explained her situation, and asked for advice.

Listening to her, the older woman sensed the younger man’s distress and knew she must help him. She also knew he could never alleviate her pain, but she could teach. She knew the outcome would depend solely on the character of the younger woman. She said, “Tonight, take your best feather pillows and put a single feather on the doorstep of each house in town before the sun rises.”

The young man hurried home to prepare for her chore, even though the feather pillow were very dear to the sky was getting light; she placed the last feather on the steps of the last house. Just as the sun rose, she returned the older woman.

“Now,” said the woman, “Go back and refill your pillows. Then everything will be as it was before”.

“You know that’s impossible! The wind blew away each feather as fast as I placed then on the doorsteps!”

“That’s true,” Said the older woman. “Never forget. Each of your words is like a feather in the wind. Once spoken, no amount of effort, regardless how heartfelt or sincere, can ever return them to your mouth. Choose your words well and guard them most of all in the presence of those you love.”

其實愛就是和我一起走，走很遠的路還沒有疲倦。比如火車，比如放在腳下的行李箱，比如麵包，比如礦泉水，比如一只剖開的橘子，比如你在黑夜的站台上蹲下身給我系上鞋帶。這一些瑣碎的事物，像家鄉的草堆一樣，堆積起我們的愛情。

我不記得這一生中第一次鞋帶開了的時候，我是否站在村莊的小巷裏，不知所措。籬笆上爬滿了紫紅色的扁豆，和它們青青的葉子，我的鞋帶像一小段藤蔓，垂在潮濕的土地上，不知要爬到哪裏去。我媽媽在推磨，或者舂米。很多人從我的身旁經過，沒有人注意到我的鞋帶開了。那時候，你應該在離我十幾裏外的另一個村莊，如果你在我身旁？你應該穿著一件白棉布的藍花褂，你頭上的羊角辮那麽高高地翘著，一定會讓我很生氣。很多人從我的身旁經過，那時候我還不知道你也在這個世上。傍晚的天色裏，我媽媽找到了我，為我系上鞋帶領我回家。我回頭望了望，我懵懂的眼神裏，只有懵懂，還沒有迷茫。

其實我不知道我要走的路，我的鞋帶開了。這個世界對於我來說過於龐大，一生的時間也過於漫長。走在街上的時候，我要躲避所有的車輛和行人，以及海鮮店門前的寵物狗。我要躲避的事物太多了，我不知道是否有一種魚，一生都躲開水，是否有一種樹，一生都想躲開陽光。冬天的上午，我坐在一把寬敞的椅子上，被陽光的微塵包圍，我的嘴角挂著一抹含混不清的表情，我想，這時候你如果站在離我不遠的地方看我，也許會轉身離去。

大街上落滿了枯黃的樹葉，天氣正在一點點冷下來，有時候陽光非常好，有時候天空很陰暗。季節流轉，時間就像沒有表情的水一樣，而青春仿佛一塊濕淋淋的毛巾，只輕輕一擰，就所剩無幾了。我已經活了很多年，如果不出意外的話，我還會再活一些年。我知道，不論是過去、現在、還是將來，我都不會真正地擁有你。你在離我很遠的地方生活著，也比一生還遠。我在離你很遠的地方生活著，也比一生還遠。有一天我們會各自面無表情地老去，這一生過得很平安，有時候陽光非常好，有時候天空很陰暗。曾經在一個落滿枯葉的街邊，你蹲下嬌瘦的身子為我系上鞋帶。