too preoccupied with petty and ometime even mean concern to repond from that experience i really a commonplace a wa the experience itelf: life gift are preciou -- but we are too heedle of them. Here then i the firt pole of life paradoxical demand on u : Never too buy for the wonde ， mot with eye fixed on the ground. Then I remembered how often I，。
how parking， but when he die， the unlight hit me. That all there wa to my experience. Jut the light of the un. And yet how beautiful it wa -- how warming. The art of living i to know when to hold fat and when to let go. For life i a paradox: it enjoin u to cling to it many gift even while it ordain their eventual relinquihment. The rabbi of old put it thi way: A man come to thi world with hi fit clenched， o I had to be wheeled acro the courtyard on a gurney. A we emerged from our unit， but all too often we recognize thi truth only in our backward glance when we remember what wa and then uddenly realize that it i no more. We remember a beauty that faded， too， for it i wondrou， I had to have ome additional tet. The required machine were located in a building at the oppoite end of the hopital， had been indifferent to the grandeur of each day。
but everyone wa hurrying to and fro， how brilliant! I looked to ee whether anyone ele relihed the un golden glow， hi hand i open. Surely we ought to hold fat to life， a love that waned. But we remember with far greater pain that we did not ee that beauty when it flowered， and full of a beauty that break through every pore of God own earth. We know that thi i o， that we failed to repond with love when it wa tendered. A recent experience re-taught me thi truth. I wa hopitalized following a evere heart attack and had been in intenive care for everal day. It wa not a pleaant place. One morning。[由www.haoZuowen.Com整理]