Honesty

如果連對自己都不誠實，生活不知道有多痛苦。然而，面對真正的自己，不斷自我探索，就好比再度撕裂結痂的傷口，在血肉模糊中，尋找痕跡的原型，遺留的碎片。既然已蓋上了，又何苦自尋煩惱？但是我不要。沒有完全解決的問題，只會在疤痕底下結繭，隱隱作痛。

乘著勇氣的風帆，在心海中遨遊。



The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost (1874–1963)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20