人生活的一首诗(Human Life as a Poem)

ithinkthatfromabiologicalstandpoint,humanlifealmostreadslikeapoem.

ithasitsownrhythmandbeat,itsinternalcyclesofgrowthanddecay.itbeginswithinnocentchildhood,followedbyawkwardadolescencetryingawkwardlytoadaptitselftomaturesociety,withitsyoungpassionsandfollies,itsidealsandambitions;thenitreachesamanhoodofintenseactivities,profitingfromexperienceandlearningmoreaboutsocietyandhumannature;atmiddleage,thereisaslighteasingoftension,amellowingofcharacterliketheripeningoffruitorthemellowingofgoodwine,andthegradualacquiringofamoretolerant,morecynicalandatthesametimeakindlierviewoflife;theninthesunsetofourlife,theendocrineglandsdecreasetheiractivity,andifwehaveatruephilosophyofoldageandhaveorderedourlifepatternaccordingtoit,itisforustheageofpeaceandsecurityandleisureandcontentment;finally,lifeflickersoutandonegoesintoeternalsleep,nevertowakeupagain.oneshouldbeabletosensethebeautyofthisrhythmoflife,toappreciate,aswedoingrandsymphonies,itsmaintheme,itsstrainsofconflictandthefinalresolution.

noonecansaythatalifewithchildhood,manhoodandoldageisnotabeautifularrangement;thedayhasitsmorning,noonandsunset,andtheyearhasitsseasons,anditisgoodthatitisso.thereisnogoodorbadinlife,exceptwhatisgoodaccordingtoitsownseason.andifwetakethisbiologicalviewoflifeandtrytoliveaccordingtotheseasons,noonebutaconceitedfooloranimpossibleidealistcandenythathumanlifecanbelivedlikeapoem.