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theme
song from << 1, 2, 3 到你 >> concert.
just thought it was kinda cute to describe life with the
familiar 茶餐廳早餐 menu. keep on
listening to it for a while, but still think it's just sorta 得意.
but these days
when i listened to it, i suddenly realize how much it applies to
me. here goes:
on
a sunday afternoon while 飲茶 with my mum, she talked to me about life. she's always
so good in analyzing these things (i can say i am quite good at
these too, to others maybe, but i'm just 1/10 of her... :P). she said to me:
everyone has a
destinated life: a start and an end. how
you live your life depends on how you choose the path in
between. not only how you choose the actual route, but
also how you choose to face it.
some tend to regret the path they chose, often looking
back; or maybe even going
back 回頭路 so as to choose their way again, moving back and
forth, only to waste time and, surely, not enjoying much of it.
for me, i never look
back and regret (she knows me well). but
while i'm on my way, i would look to an alternate route and
ponder on whether that will lead me to my destination quicker or
easier. i
always wanna take all options and balance everything so i can
make the best choice. but there’s just too many choices in
life. you
can never know if you’ve picked the best one (and there may
even be more coming along). like i often said to bb, “有得揀又煩﹐無得揀又煩”. that’s
how i’ve been living my life, practically in every
aspect. this is actually “貪”
in buddhism. if i were to
balance everything out each and every time, i’ll be giving
myself too much pressure, 會好辛苦,
and i’ll never get to enjoy it.
for her, she
chose her path, and she'd rather enjoy the trip, even if it may
take a bit longer. it may be a good thing, she's got more time to
enjoy the scene along the way.
(you can see why the book wen gave her for christmas,
<<the present>>, is not suitable for her – she already
knows and can talk about everything in it, and in a better way too~)
so i asked her, then what should i
do? there’s
just so much possibilities in life. how am
i to overcome this “bad habit”? she answered,
once you picked your path, stick with it, and enjoy the process
while you’re at it. or better yet, learn from the process. you’ll
have to give up the other options. you “gotta
decide what to take and what to throw away.” i’m
still young and can learn to break away from this way of
thinking. should learn to
accept things as they are, 無得 “唔甘心”
㗎啦.
see? 一峰's
songs are always so appropriate, and with perfect timing.
…
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主唱 ﹕林一峰 on the
pancakes with ketchup
曲 / 詞：林一峰
life
is like a buffet
there's too much to taste
we gotta decide what to take and what to throw away
like is like a library
so many books to read
we are small in this society but big in our world of discovery
若你揀 A 餐得到餐肉米粉
B 餐豬扒巧遇意粉
C 餐炒公仔麵也吸引
但每天ABC餐選擇太多
驚喜不足夠
餐牌都想等待有心人
you are the one
like a river flowing into the sea
the water evaporating into the wind
no one can take my sun away
you'll never take my sun away
若你揀餐湯必須捨掉凍飲
西多煎蛋不盡稱心
不甘心的不獨你一人
尚有些鴛鴦唂咕伊麵腩粗
散餐都精采
多一點選擇有可能
you are the one
...
then my mum told
me another story. she said it's from a primary 1 chinese text
which we used to study. i said i never heard of such story, maybe it's
from my sis'.
there once was a
monkey walking along a road.
he saw a banana (i was gonna type
“umbanana” ;P) on a tree, was excited and so climbed
up to get it. while on top, he saw a papaya on another
bush. it
looked bigger and could fill him for longer, so he threw the
banana away and climbed back down to get the bigger papaya. just when he tried to open his fruit up, he
saw yet another bigger watermelon laying on the field. “wow,”
he thought, “this surely look juicier, and will fill up my
belly!” so he put down his papaya, and rushed to get
the big, juicy watermelon.
well, you can guess that he’s
quite exhausted from running here and there, lifting and putting
down fruits. so while he was carrying its watermelon across
a bridge, his hands were too tired from all the work and have
energy no more. he could do nothing but to let his big, juicy
watermelon slipped and fell down the river. – the end –
and
i am that 死馬騮...
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