Morning~ITS TUESDAY!!!

Bored bored day..i found out that i had a sickness yesterday and the doctor say that it is the last stage and i only left 125 days to live..125days to do what i most wanted to do..

有一个元外宴请家教书先生，搞的全是素菜，有一盘豆腐好点，先生也只吃豆腐。

元外问：“你怎么不吃其它菜？”先生：“豆腐是我的命。”元外牢记在心。没多久，元外又宴请先生，搞的全是大鱼大肉，有一盘豆腐是素菜，放在先生面前。可先生只吃鱼和肉，就是不动豆腐。元外问：“先生，豆腐是你的命，你怎么不吃呢？” 先生：“今天见到大鱼大肉，我不要命了。”

it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.