因为爱情。

某人写着:

我们常常会这样。。。
某天某个陌生的地方不经意间耳边回荡熟悉的音乐。忽然潸然泪下。因为音乐里有你的身影。听听那时我们的爱情。我们，一直都是在输给时间。去年我们曾牵手走过很多地方，在车站拥抱。一起看电影，往彼此的嘴巴里塞零食和饮料。一起幻想明年的这个时候，甚至是很多很多年以后，我们在干嘛，要干嘛。 可是感情的脆弱我们谁也想不到。这一秒幸福，下一秒就可以崩溃。恋情，崩盘起来，往往太措手不及。 再多的甜言蜜语，累积起来也敌不过分手两个字。
因为爱情！勾起了我们关于爱情的所有的记忆和感动！
因为爱情不会轻易悲伤，所以一切都是幸福的模样！
因为爱情怎么会有沧桑，所以我们还是年轻的模样！
后来的我们。明白了人间悲欢离合，欢聚离散。。。
因为爱情。。。因为你。。。

Of love and solitude.

"It is also good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn. With their whole being, with all their forces, gathered around their solitary, anxious, upward-beating heart, they must learn to love. But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and therefore loving, for a long time ahead and far on into life, is—: solitude, a heightened and deepened kind of aloneness for the person who loves. Loving does not at first mean merging, surrendering, and uniting with another person (for what would a union be of two people who are unclarified, unfinished, and still incoherent—?), it is a high inducement for the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world in himself for the sake of another person; it is a great, demanding claim on him, something that chooses him and calls him to vast distances. Only in this sense, as the task of working on themselves ("to hearken and to hammer day and night"), may young people use the love that is given to them. Merging and surrendering and every kind of communion is not for them (who must still, for a long, long time, save and gather themselves); it is the ultimate, is perhaps that for which human lives are as yet barely large enough."

—Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

I will hold you close to my heart; I will let you go.
And I will protect your solitude, always.

Returning to my roots.

"I think that one of these days, you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. And I think that once you have a fair idea where you want to go, your first move will be to apply yourself in school. You'll have to. You're a student—whether the idea appeals to you or not. You're in love with knowledge. And I think you'll find, once you get past all the Mr. Vinsons, you're going to start getting closer and closer—that is, if you want to, and if you look for it and wait for it—to the kind of information that will be very, very dear to your heart. Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry."

—J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Re-reading The Catcher in the Rye has brought a new perspective to me. Perhaps it's because I have grown a little more, and instead of looking through the angsty eyes of teenage Holden Caulfield, I now begin to understand what Mr Antolini was trying to tell him after all. William Stekel said: "The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one." It is not too late for growth; for the idealist to become the pragmatist. Even so, the transformation leaves something of an ideal for the reborn pragmatist to strive towards, in a practical fashion. And I want to believe that in the end, even Holden Caulfield was capable of it.

One Week.

"Love must face reality if it is to survive."
—Loretta Livingstone