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我沒有把牠趕走。跟著的幾天，坐在同一個小教堂裏，牠也在我身邊爬來爬去。
很奇怪，不要問我原因，我竟還替牠拍了照。我真的沒有想過會用到這張相片的。很傻。
今天，在工作時，腦袋不斷遊行太空，想著自己的生命，也想起我身邊的朋友的事，我竟突然想起那隻小螞蟻。
突然，我覺得我們都好像一隻螞蟻，在這個世界裏，很努力地去生存。可是，我們所能看見的、所能明白的，是那麼的有限。
每個人也有屬於自己的故事、每個人也有自己的經歷，就算可以給你最詳盡、最誠實地去跟你身邊的人去分享自己的故事，文字有限、句子有限、感情有限，別人所能明白的也有限。
我們不能期望別人完全地明白自己之餘，也請不要自以為是的覺得自己知道很多。
表面上看來再理所當然不過的事，或許也不是我們所看到的或所想像的那樣。人家的心情、過去、思想、現在，我們知道多少呢？請別忘記，或許這些都影響著人怎樣處理和應付那些「看起來再理所當然不過」的事。
很多時候，望見別人的事，我們或許會大言不慚地問：「怎麼會這樣的？」「為何會這樣做？」「為甚麼會變成這樣？」．．．更多更多無法回答的問題。問得多，或許我們會失望，甚至對那個人失望。可是，我們都忘記了，其實我們每一個都是很努力地生存著的小螞蟻。很努力、但很不容易。
我（們）幾時才能夠學到，靜靜地聽、細細地看，真摯地收起那些習慣衝口而出的話呢？
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前幾天，不停重聽一首歌，很想借這個機會，與你們分享這首很美麗的歌詞：
Men with Broken Hearts (Jim Reeves)
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed down
And eyes that stare in defeat or souls that live within the past
Where sorrow plays all parts, where a living death is all that's left
For men with broken hearts
You have no right to be the judge to criticize and condemn
Just think but for grace of God, it would be you instead of him
One careless step a thoughtless deed and then the mystery starts
And to those who weep death comes cheap
These men with broken heartsJust think but for grace of God, it would be you instead of him
One careless step a thoughtless deed and then the mystery starts
And to those who weep death comes cheap
Oh, so humble you should be if they come passing by
For it's written that the greatest men, never get too big to cry
Some lose faith in love and life when sorrow shoots her darts
And with hope all gone they walk alone
These men with broken heartsFor it's written that the greatest men, never get too big to cry
Some lose faith in love and life when sorrow shoots her darts
And with hope all gone they walk alone
You've never walked in that man's shoes or seen things through his eyes
Or stood and watched with helpless hands while the heart inside you dies
Some were paupers some were kings and some were masters of the arts
But in their shame they're all the same
These men with broken heartsOr stood and watched with helpless hands while the heart inside you dies
Some were paupers some were kings and some were masters of the arts
But in their shame they're all the same
Life sometimes can be so cruel that a heart will pray for death
God why must these living dead know pain with every breath
So help your brother along the road, no matter where you start
For the God that made you, made them too
These men with broken hearts
God why must these living dead know pain with every breath
So help your brother along the road, no matter where you start
For the God that made you, made them too
These men with broken hearts
