Solitude
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of it's own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Hmmm, want to close down this blog liao. Until I find nice things to write here.
Sad waves hit me again. I feel so wretched that I feel like puking. Victor Hugo once said "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved." Which is probably why the reason I am sad. Went to some aunt agony page wanting to rant, then ended up reading people's problems, then got even more depressed. My heart is so heavy I can't breathe, filled with supressed, accumulated tears. But my brain can't give the signal to release them because it's too busy trying to figure out what's wrong. By now, am so used to life's hard knocks, that I think I've become quite cynical. In the sense that I don't believe anyone is truly altruistic, I don't trust anyone. Thus I feel estranged. I want to be nonchalant, so I act that way, and hopefully, I'll be able to let go one day.
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of it's own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Hmmm, want to close down this blog liao. Until I find nice things to write here.
Sad waves hit me again. I feel so wretched that I feel like puking. Victor Hugo once said "The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved." Which is probably why the reason I am sad. Went to some aunt agony page wanting to rant, then ended up reading people's problems, then got even more depressed. My heart is so heavy I can't breathe, filled with supressed, accumulated tears. But my brain can't give the signal to release them because it's too busy trying to figure out what's wrong. By now, am so used to life's hard knocks, that I think I've become quite cynical. In the sense that I don't believe anyone is truly altruistic, I don't trust anyone. Thus I feel estranged. I want to be nonchalant, so I act that way, and hopefully, I'll be able to let go one day.