One of the strangest things about living in the world is that only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one’s head far back and looks up and up and watches the pale sky slowly changing and flushing and marvelous unknown things happening until the East almost makes one cry out and one’s heart stands still at the strange unchanging majesty of the rising of the sun—which has been happening every morning for thousands and thousands and thousands of years. One knows it then for a moment or so. And one knows it sometimes when one stands by oneself in a wood at sunset and the mysterious deep gold stillness slanting through and under the branches seems to be saying slowly again and again something one cannot quite hear, however much one tries. Then sometimes the immense quiet of the dark blue at night with millions of stars waiting and watching makes one sure; and sometimes a sound of far-off music makes it true; and sometimes a look in some one’s eyes.
Secret Garden Ch. 21, Ben Weatherstaff
By Frances Hodgson Burnett
下午放學以後, 到松山跑步。
用七分多鐘跑完了一圈, 哈哈, 是一個新紀錄! 開始跑的時候我忽然覺得整個人都好像充滿了能量, 雙腿引領著整個人, 一直向前衝!
跑完了以後, 不太累! 衝了兩個四百! 我從未試過跑那麼多。
從前極度討厭運動的我, 一年也不會到山上跑一次步, 不知怎的, 漸漸喜歡去跑。
迎著風, 一路跑, 一吸氣, 新鮮的空氣由鼻孔裡經過氣管走進了肺部, 走到了心臟, 再走遍了全身的每根血管, 一呼氣, 啊, 空氣就把身體裡的廢物帶走了。一路跑, 我可以清楚地感覺我的呼吸。
清楚地感到我自己在呼吸。
我在活著呢!
I'm sure that I'm living!
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http://philosophers.org/Soliloquy.html
