人生不是表演，只是练习。
这不是什么大家说的，只是我的随性之言。

完美，试图用一次成功展示自己全部的优秀。
我自认为是个很低调的人，因为我非常希望一旦表达出来的东西就是无懈可击的。

逃避，试图填充自信到来前的空虚。
我自认为是个很要脸的人，因为我不希望我的失败和脆弱留在别人的记忆里。

但现在我更强烈地感觉到，
生活不像炒菜，不一定非要等所有的原料都备齐才下锅；
人生不是表演，我不用为了呈现给观众一出完美的演出而反复排练。
其实被人发现自己的缺陷并没什么可怕，
可怕的是一直捂着伤疤，但永远治不了疼！
这才是弱者！

What is youth?

Is youth a skin-deep appearance? Is a time of life? Is a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and charming shapes?

No, youth is a matter of will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep spring of life.

Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This is often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.

Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow up by deserting our ideals.

Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wondering, the unfailing childlike appetite for what’s the next and the joy of the game of living.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkle the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust. Beauty, hope, cheer, courage can break the snows of cynicism, and the ice of pessimism, which covers our young heart.