人生如诗(HumanLifeasaPoem)
人生如诗(human life as a poem)
i think that from a biological standpoint, human life almost reads like a poem. it has its own rhythm and beat, its internal cycles of growth and decay. it begins with innocent childhood, followed by awkward adolescence trying awkwardly to adapt itself to mature society, with its young passions and follies, its ideals and ambitions; then it reaches a manhood of intense activities, profiting from experience and learning more about society and human nature; at middle age, there is a slight easing of tension, a mellowing of character like the ripening of fruit or the mellowing of good wine, and the gradual acquiring of a more tolerant, more cynical and at the same time a kindlier view of life;then in the sunset of our life, the endocrine glands decrease their activity, and if we have a true philosophy of old age and have ordered our life pattern according to it, it is for us the age of peace and security and leisure and contentment; finally, life flickers out and one goes into eternal sleep, never to wake up again. one should be able to sense the beauty of this rhythm of life, to appreciate, as we do in grand symphonies,its main theme, its strains of conflict and the final resolution. www•
no one can say that a life with childhood, manhood and old age is not a beautiful arrangement; the day has its morning, noon and sunset, and the year has its seasons, and it is good that it is so. there is no good or bad in life, except what is good according to its own season. and if we take this biological view of life and try to live according to the seasons, no one but a conceited fool or an impossible idealist can deny that human life can be lived like a poem.