we are not ourselves

When I am gone, I want you to hear my voice in your head.

Hear it when you most need to, when you feel most hopeless,

when you feel most alone. When life seems too cruel,

and there seems too little love in it.

When you feel you have failed.

When you don’t know what the point is.

When you cannot go on. I want you to draw strength from me then.

I want you to remember how much I cherished you, how I lived for you.

When the world seems full of giants who dwarf you,

when it feels like a struggle just to keep your head up,

I want you to remember there is more to live for than mere achievement.

It is worth something to be a good man.

It cannot be worth nothing to do the right thing.



今天看到這段文字的時候，眼框熱了起來。

感謝原作者，不曉得他知不知道自己的這段話，

鼓勵安慰了多少人心。


我小時候非常的孤單，是書本救了我，

每天下課就躲到書的世界裡面。


一直到有一天，把頭從書本裡抬起來，

發現我已經上大學了。


書本教會了我很多事情，

他教我堅強、教我如何交朋友、教我如何說話，

這些事情我的家人不曾教過我。


畢業以後當了編輯，

也希望自己編輯的書能成為更多人的力量，

就相當年每一本書架上的書帶給我的一樣。