CatchtheStarThatHoldsYourDestiny
生命之中本沒有一成不變的風景，只要你的心永遠向著陽光，那麼每一個清晨就會向你展現出一個等待著由你來開啟的美景。不管你正經歷著怎樣的風雨，請相信,這個世界總會帶給你新的希望。
Beautywillbesharedandtakentohear記住美妙的時刻美好的感覺
Thereweresensitivityandabeautytoherthathavenothingtodowithlooks.Shewasonetobelistenedto,whosewordsweresoeasytotaketoheart.
Itissaidthatthetruenatureofbeingisveiled.Thelaborofwords,theexpressionofart,theseeminglyceaselessbuzzthatishumanthoughtallhaveincommontheneedtogetatwhatreallyisso.Thehopetodrawclosetoandpossessthetruthofbeingcanbeafeverishone.Insomecasesitcanevenbefatal,ifpleasureisone』struthanditsattainmentmoreimportantthanlifeitself.Inotherlives,though,thesearchforwhatistruthfulgiveslife.
Iusedtofindnotesleftinthecollectionbasket,beautifulnotesaboutmyhomiliesandaboutthewriter'sthoughtsonthedailyscripturalreadings.Thepersonwhopennedthenoteswouldaddreflectionstomythoughtsandwouldalwaysincludesomequotesfrompoetsandmysticsheorshehadreadandrememberedandloved.Thenotesfascinatedme.Herewassomeoneimmersedinasearchfortruthandbeauty.Wordshadbeentreasured,wordsthatwerebeautiful.AndIfeltasifthewordssomehowdelightedinbeingdiscovered,fortheywereobviouslyverygeneroustotheasyetanonymouswriterofthenotes.Andnowthispersonwasinturnlearningthesecretofsharingthem.Beautysoshineswhengivenaway.Theonlytruththatexistsis,inthatsense,free.
ItwasalongtimebeforeImettheauthorofthenotes.
OneSundaymorning,Iwastoldthatsomeonewaswaitingformeintheoffice.Theyoungpersonwhoansweredtherectorydoorsaidthatitwas「thewomanwhosaidsheleftallthenotes.」WhenIsawherIwasshocked,sinceIimmediatelyrecognizedherfromchurchbuthadnoideathatitwasshewhowrotethenotes.Shewassittinginachairintheofficewithherhandsfoldedinherlap.Herheadwasbowedandwhensheraisedittolookatme,shecouldbarelysmilewithoutpain.Herfacewasdisfigured,andtheskinsotightfromsurgicalproceduresthatsmilingorlaughingwasverydifficultforher.Shehadsufferedterriblyfromtreatmenttoremovethegrowthsthathadsomarredherface.
WechattedforawhilethatSundaymorningandagreedtomeetforlunchlaterthatweek.
Asitturnedoutwewenttolunchseveraltimes,andshealwaysworeahatduringthemeal.Ithinkthattreatmentsofsomesorthadcausedalotofherhairtofallout.Wesharedthingsaboutourlives.Itoldheraboutmyschoolingandgrowingup.Shetoldmethatshehadworkedforyearsforaninsurancecompany.Shenevermentionedfamily,andIdidnotask.
Wespokeofauthorswebothhadread,anditwaseasytotellthatbooksareagreatloveofhers.
Ihavethoughtaboutheroftenovertheyearsandhowshestruggledinasocietythatplacesanincrediblepremiumonlooks,class,wealthandalltheotherfineriesoflife.Shesufferedfromadisfigurementthatcannotbemadetolookattractive.Iknowthatherconditionhurtherdeeply.
Wouldherlifehavebeendifferenthadshebeenpretty?Chancesareitwouldhave.Andyetthereweresensitivityandabeautytoherthathadnothingtodowithlooks.Shewasonetobelistenedto,whosewordsweresoeasytotaketoheart.Herwordscamefromawoundedbutlovingheart,verymuchlikeallhearts,butshehadmoreofaneedtobeawareofit,tolivewithitandlearnfromit.Shepossessedafine-tunedsenseofbeauty.Heronlyfearinlifewasthelossofafriend.
Howlongdoesittakemostofustoreachthatlevelofhumangrowth,ifweevergetthere?Wegetsoconsumedanddiminished,worryingaboutallthethingsthatneedimproving,wecaneasilyforgettocherishthosethingsthatlast.Friendship,sorareandsogood,justneedsourcare——maybeeventhesimplegestureofwritingalittlenotenowandthen,orthedroppingofsomebeautifulwordsinabasket,inthehopethatsuchbeautywillbesharedandtakentoheart.
Thetruthofherlifewasadesiretoseebeyondthesurfaceforaglimpseofwhatitisthatmatters.Shefoundbeautyandgraceandtheybefriendedher,andshowedherwhatisreal.
她有著一種與外表無關的靈氣和美麗。她的話語輕而易舉地征服了人心，她正是我們要聆聽的聲音。
很多人都說人生的真諦是個未知的概念。言詞的費力詮釋、藝術的著力表現還有人類那似乎永無休止的紛繁思考，三者都苦苦追尋人生的真諦。希望走近以至完全把握存在的真意可以令人十分狂熱。有時候，有些人以自己篤信的真理為志趣，追尋真理甚於保全生命，於是就有捨生取義之舉。然而，也有另外的一種人生，他們在尋求真諦的過程中灌溉生命。
過去，我常常在教堂的心意籃裡面發現一些優美的小短文，有些是關於我的布道，有些是作者日常讀《聖經》的感想。寫這些短文的人不僅對我的一些觀點加以反思，同時還會引用一些他/她曾經讀過的，令他（她）難忘又喜愛的詩人或者神秘主義者的話。我被這些短文迷住了。我看到了一個執著於追尋真與美的人。其珍而重之的字句，優美動人。我還感覺到好像那些字句也樂於讓我們發現，它們是那麼毫無保留地，慷慨地為這無名氏作者借用，而現在輪到這位無名氏來學習與人分享這些美文的奧秘。分享令美愈加閃耀生輝。在這個意義上說，其實世上唯一的真理是分毫不費的。
過了很久我才見到這些短文的作者。
一個星期天早上，我被告知有人正在辦公室等我。幫我應門的年輕人說「是個女人，說留言是她放的。」看見她的時候我大吃一驚，因為我馬上就認出她是我的教區信徒，只是我一直不知道那些短文是她寫的。她坐在辦公室的一張椅子上，兩手相扣擱在大腿上，低垂著頭。在抬頭看我的時候，她微笑起來卻十分費勁。那是一張破了相的臉，外科手術使她的臉皮繃得緊緊的，笑對她來說也是很困難的。為了去除臉上礙眼的肉瘤，她接受了手術治療，這令她吃盡苦頭。
那個星期天早上我們聊了一會兒，並決定那個星期再找個時間一起吃頓午飯
後來我們不止吃了一頓午飯，而是好幾頓。每次一起吃飯的時候她都戴著帽子。我想可能是她接受的某種治療使她掉了不少頭髮。我們分享了各自生活中的點點滴滴。我跟她講我讀書和成長的故事。她告訴我她在一家保險公司裡已經工作多年了。她從來沒有提過自己的家庭，我也沒有問。
我們還談到大家都讀過的作家作品，不難發現她非常喜歡看書。
這些年我經常想起她，在這個以外表、地位和財富等虛名浮利掛帥的社會中她是怎樣一路挺過來的呢？毀掉的容顏使她怎麼也無法變得耀眼迷人。我知道這深深地刺痛著她。