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可以迷茫但不要盲目 可以不知道自己想干什么,而冷静地做好该做的事,多尝试新鲜的事物,找到自己热衷的方向,然后水到渠成笃笃定定地走下去。 而不要在迷茫的时候着急寻找,拼命抓住离自己最近的东西,随便是什么就把它们当做自己的目标,的选择。这样子就算追求到了,也会疲惫压力重重,最终怀疑人生。 人生的痛苦往往在于追求的错误的东西,因为错误的追求会让你永远欲求不满,不知足。你追到了这一层,不久你又开始惘然了,空虚的心没有得到满足,然后你会想,是不是我做的不够?然后更加压力重重的向上爬。终有一个点,你再也爬不动了,或者再也没有更高的地方让你去努力了。你仍旧惘然。然后你才发现,原来自己喜欢的东西好像在山脚那边的那个村落里。 别怀疑,并不是你不应该爬上来。 而是,你爬错了山。 我认为最好的攀登应该是不为登顶的,不为证明自己有能力登顶的。而应该是让自己满足的,从选择这座山的一开始,你就欣赏它的一切,不论你在山脚,山腰还是山顶。不论出发的时候是否有人结伴。这样就算孤独,你的每一步都让自己满足,哪怕并没有人同来欣赏,没有人喝彩你的每一次跌倒与努力。但是攀爬的过程中总会结识一些同样爱好这座山的人,一同欣赏相同的事物,向着相同的目标,有人快有人慢也没有关系。因为在你选择这座山的时候已经注定:你的攀爬本身就是意义,而不是竞争和淘汰。 如果随时随刻抱着“就算下一面我会失足也死而无憾”的心,那么你登顶只是早晚的事。那么你让这座山变的更高更美也只是早晚的事。你的心已然赋予了你的山别俱一格的美丽。不为什么,因为你爱。你爱你选择的山,你爱你选择的路。没有什么可以让你回头,因为你总毫不犹豫的相信,每踏出下一步,你所收获的风景都会让你无憾此生。而当你回头的时候,也会觉得,之前的每一步都是那么正确,那么无憾。 山与山总是相连的,在怀疑攀爬的初始,你就一直有机会找寻自己中的那一座。然而当你已然爬到一定高度的时候,再要放弃就很难了。前功尽弃是让人沮丧的。有没有勇气承认之前的的错误选择,该不该放弃重头再来,还是继续向上爬。那就取决于你自己了。所以我觉得,当不确定是否真的热爱一个事物的时候,不要在它的路上走太久。走的越久,退路也就越远。 因此,迷茫的时候不要盲目,不要浮躁,不要别人一怂恿“说走就走”就走。找到自己的定位最重要。最终的最终,哪怕不在一座山,山头的人要想眺望也会相互无比尊重崇敬惺惺相惜。而这样的共鸣,比起那些怂恿你“说走就走”的人来说,实在是太有价值了。 所以说,眼光,要放长远一点嘛
至上尉吧 辞职啦,大概就是这样吧。也许我最爱上尉吧的时候已经过去了,时间让我当上了吧主,也让我意识到没有东西会一成不变。权力曾让我一度敬重的人变得不堪。也许只是害怕自己重蹈覆辙。我喜欢他的歌,就来他的贴吧,初衷都是这么纯粹。世界上不需要那么多“为了”。因为喜欢所以愿意投入精力和热忱。 我是觉得自己对贴吧的热忱,和贡献一天不如一天。占着位子混日子,渐渐和吧友生疏,变成一个凶巴巴只会拿吧规说事强权的BOSS,或是大家都许久不见不甚熟悉的某位资深神秘人物,大概都不是我想要的。 我想要的和以前一样,自由的来往贴吧没有人能把我捆住,也没有人能赶得走我。 不客气的说,上尉吧见证了我的成长。 我也曾经是一个自以为是的姑娘。张扬爱炫耀,到处惹人不爽,那时总有馍馍不断帮我解决麻烦,缓和我的人际矛盾。 到如今的jenny姐。 我不记得我最怀念的是什么时候了,大概是V吧还在任,馍馍还很nice对谁都好好,我还跟喜欢BLUNT不熟,还有狂热小弟领着我玩的时候吧。应该还有很多别人,但是太久远想不起来了。我挺喜欢给大家当小妹妹的,哈哈。 我前后又有一拨拨人,来了又走,偶尔再回来看看再走。。就是这个样子 于是我发现常驻的另一个意义:他们每次回来的时候都觉得还有人看着眼熟,不管是看我顺眼的还是不顺眼的。久而久之,很多人虽然从来没有单独聊过天,但相识一笑或保持什么样的距离,也有了那份默契。感觉也蛮好 我在贴吧过两任最杰出的吧主。他们的共同之处有两个: 一是他们对于贴吧的贡献都是巨大的,二是他们最后都变成了贴吧的独裁者和压迫者。 V吧当时大概和现在的我差不多大,她是唯一让我惧怕过,也试图巴结过的吧主。她的行事作风很果断,很高效。贴吧的格式就是她一手建立起来的。但是后来长期不来贴吧,一来就只删帖,管教吧友,引发众怒,遂被扳倒。 馍馍,他一定是上尉吧最伟大的吧主没有之一,让我最敬重的人。直到他变成另一副样子。我最终决定同意他的邀请接任吧主,只是为了保护当时(甚至是现在)贡献最高的吧友不被赶走,以及杜绝类似事件再次发生。跟那样的馍馍决裂,我一点都不后悔。如果你们可以理解我曾经对他多么敬重,大概就能理解我为什么失望至此。 当我接任吧主的时候,我的全盛时期大概已经过了蛮久蛮久了,我也只是视自己为过渡。因此碌碌无为,大事小事也是强打精神。没再能全身心投入,已经有点自责。好在不多久便有如此得力的干将们出现。我大概也是觉得,最后的使命就此完成,剩下的就交给你们了!(其实已经交给你们很久了) 在自己最愿意和最能够为贴吧投入精力的时候当上吧主,是件多么幸运的事。如果有这样的人出现,请一定不要给他们的热情浇冷水。希望我所滕出来的位子,能留给下一个一如我们所有人一样热爱上尉,热爱这个贴吧的人。
[James Blunt]【新闻】2012.12.17上尉电话被窃听状告报社 歌手詹姆斯布朗特近期因电话被《国际新闻》窃听造成极大影响将其告上法庭。 Singer James Blunt has settled his legal action against News International over News of the World phone-hacking, accepting "substantial" damages. 他的律师卡特莱克周一明确表示布朗特已经通过《新闻世界》发表证明,表示将会继续追究《新闻组报》的法律责任。据了解,《新闻组报》是《国际新闻》旗下报刊,现已停刊。 His law firm, Carter-Ruck, said in a statement on Monday that Blunt "has successfully settled his claim against News Group Newspapers over the hacking of his voicemail by the News of the World". News Group Newspapers is the News International subsidiary that used to publish the now-closed News of the World. 布朗特去年被告知行动官员告知,他已经成为电话窃听案件的受害者之一。 Blunt was contacted by officers from Operation Weeting last year "to inform him that he was a victim of phone hacking", Carter-Ruck added. 诉讼明确表明,布朗特确认了解其一直与常驻阿富汗和伊拉克武装部队有来往,因此对于信息安全格外小心。 The law firm said Blunt "has always been security conscious, in the knowledge that he was in telephone contact with serving members of the armed services who were on operations in Afghanistan and Iraq". 他2006年甚至更换了语音信箱的密码,因此对于《新闻世界》侵犯其隐私格外震惊和担心。 "He had even changed his voicemail pin in 2006 and so was shocked and concerned to learn that he had been targeted by the News of the World and that his privacy had been violated." 詹姆斯布朗特从2011年9月就已经开始准备起诉《新闻组报》。 The singer issued proceedings against NGN in September 2011. 本次窃听案件的受害者高达178人,上周高级法庭已经接收到已经收到22位被窃听用户对于《国际新闻》的起诉。 Last week the high court heard that 22 of the 178 victims of phone hacking in the second tranche of legal claims against News Internationalhad settled their claims. 其中包括 Cherie Blair, Wayne Rooney 和 Richard Reardon神父以及夏洛特教堂的传教士。 Among those continuing to sue are Cherie Blair, Wayne Rooney and Father Richard Reardon, Charlotte Church's parish priest.
[James Blunt]要不要来挑战一下英语,读读上尉自己写的游记? Third Time Lucky in Afghanistan By James Blunt (Formerly Capt J H Blount LG) I am, as I write, nervously seated in an RAF Tristar circling over Dubai. The plane came into service in 1972 - over 40 years ago. It has gone out of service now, with me aboard it, at 33,000 feet. Our journey had started 13 hours earlier, at 2am from RAF Brize Norton. Unusually for the hour, the Movements Officer was still on duty to oversee our departure, I was informed. We had arrived at the Oxfordshire base by taxi, were escorted across the foggy, orange-lit runway passed the ageing aircraft in which I find myself now, and led into a small waiting room with some coffee, sandwiches and a silent Brigadier reading his Kindle in the corner. The more important cargo was in the large hall next door - a hundred or so soldiers, who we were accompanying as they deployed to Afghanistan. Looking at them, a memory from a past life flooded over me. I have been here, some 13 years earlier, en route to Kosovo. Tonight, we flew via Hanover to pick up more soldiers, via Cyprus to refuel and on to our final destination - Camp Bastion in Helmand Province, Afghanistan. As we took off on the final leg from RAF Akrotiri, my keyboard player sitting beside me said cheerfully, "Well it looks like you will get there this time! Third time lucky, huh?" Third time. I have travelled with soldiers en route to Afghanistan three times. I have spent seven full days in the hands of those whose job it is to get men and equipment into battle. I have done so of course unpaid and at the request of the Armed Forces. And every single time, myself and the soldiers I have been travelling with have failed to get there. The first time, we'd flown from London to Dubai, and sat on a runway for three days while they tried unsuccessfully to fix our broken aircraft or find another. The soldiers I was with said they were very used to it. In a way, they didn't mind - it was three less days being shot at, but for the soldiers who were at the other end being picked up to come home with wives and girlfriends anxiously waiting for them, and until recently, those lost days cut from their official R&R (Rest & Relaxation) allowance, it must have been wildly irritating. And for those soldiers going into battle that day without their buddies who are delayed in Dubai, it must be life-threatening, to the extent that the Special Forces soldiers I was with went online to buy civilian flights into Kandahar with their own money. My second attempt was at Christmas over a year ago. Snow was putting added pressure on the task of transporting manpower. Check-in had moved, along with the soldiers, from Brize Norton to East Midlands airport, but boarding was initially delayed due to difficulties with loading the packed meals (I struggled to fully understand this, and can't believe it was true. Surely just give the guys their packed meals as they climb the steps? But that was the reason given for the initial delay). When we were eventually bussed across the apron, I saw an old charter plane in the distance and laughed internally at whichever poor buggers were going to end up on it. We did. For seven hours. Of course it didn't work, so a replacement part was sent for and flown in, and we stayed on board because there weren't enough buses to take us to the terminal, so the crew had to stay on board with us, so that when the part had arrived and been fitted and the plane was fixed - the crew had done too many hours and the flight was cancelled. I was told it took the soldiers three days to get into theatre that time. They were paid during this time, by you and I, the taxpayer, and I'm sure they're grateful. But I'm also sure it's not how you and I wanted our tax money spent.
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