ὁ δὲ ἀνεξέταστος βίος οὐ βιωτὸς ἀνθρώπῳ

八月的雷雨天。热风和云。但东方却透出一抹晴蓝，轻盈而剔透。教人无法直视。这样的蓝，对眼睛和灵魂来说都是种折磨。因为美会令人受不了。美让人万念俱灰，因为我们是多想要让这种刹那的永恒一直持续下去。

周末的路口不像平日那般喧闹拥挤，大家不紧不慢地排列在红灯前，少了几分咄咄逼人和焦躁不安。不久等到信号亮起，嘈杂的街道瞬时清冷起来，仿佛无事发生。因为不会有人回头，也不会有人再来。

You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.