忙忙鼠的部落格

長久以來,我一直覺得,一趟旅行的充實與否,出門前就已經決定了~

而我也一直困擾於自己旅行的方式,和親友們的差異,

因為他們很少願意親身規劃/安排幾趟自遊行~我一次一次的精心規畫,

聽到的常是冷言冷語「這比較貴吧?」「真的有玩到嗎?」「孩子這樣放著好嗎?」

雖然,我1/3的行程是有Guts帶著孩子走的~

這些冷朝熱諷,對我雖不構成威脅,但這些廢話的本身,聽多了就覺得很討厭/很煩~

是你不懂四處旅行的好,是你不懂生命本就該浪費在美好的事物上~

是你不懂那些八卦跟543新聞,八輩子也不會和你有關~

是你不懂書本/討論區/自己研究的東西,真的運用起來,實踐在旅行中,親眼目賭的力量,有多麼的迷人.

當你懂建築/音樂/藝術/配色/造景/人文歷史/交通工具的演進/觀察不同人在做什麼/攝影的角度/在地歷史/鄉野傳聞/宗教/文學小說/甚至地方戲曲/傳統地方美食後(當地盛行的我們未必吃的慣喔!)

有以上任幾項,觀點就完全不同了!

我也對那些生活上枯燥得跟塑膠花一樣的親友感到可惜.

我又不可能直接講：我這布落格寫的,是你自己要來看的喔!我可沒指名道姓講誰誰誰喔~

我道：人生如「賞花」,

本來就該有四時節氣,依不同地理環境的觀念和花的品種,

可以有孤芳自賞的,有數大便是美的賞析方式.無論如何,總有看不完的風景.

當然,懂越多,收獲也就越多~什麼都不懂,當然就覺得上下遊覽車都嫌累哩!

悶著自己每天只看塑膠花,嫌天氣熱,不就每天對著它發愁,當然不好看.

如此無聊的人生我一刻也沒興趣!

有次到大阪,看著大阪公園的遊民,想著日本高失業率的現在,和當年的關原之役浪人的散兵遊勇.有多少相關性呀?

而大阪冬、夏之陣,被填平的豪溝.公園後的方位,據說是秀賴自殺的所在~

大阪火燒後德川重建的城堡,兩百多年後依然聳立於此.

道頓掘的市民美食~

這些本來加諸於土地的感情,就應該是和旅遊一起共生的.

也因此,招不到伴,或興趣或時間不能相配合,所以常是夫妻倆結伴而行~

旁人總覺得吃那麼多苦幹麻?更高的費用做啥?我不懂,他們~

是源自於自身的尊貴?是希望務必處處有人看護招待?

是源自於對在地文化沒有足夠熱情與了解?

亦或只是旅行對他們而言,那不過是換個環境罷了~

在我看沒那麼簡單,這跟我們生命一樣,此生,你想過得去就算了,有一技之長能營生,想那麼多幹麻?

或是試探的不停嘗試自己想做的事?挑戰自己,成就自己?成與敗都不會是一無所獲~

當你有所失,理應你有所得,如果不是,你問題就很大了~

這端視各人的差異性而不同..

這一點,我一直無法和大部份的家人朋友取得共識.

I say to you, my friends, so even though we must face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed - we hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, sons of former slaves and sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day, even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers; I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places shall be made plain, and the crooked places shall be made straight and the glory of the Lord will be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to go to jail together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning-"my country 'tis of thee; sweet land of liberty; of thee I sing; land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride; from every mountain side, let freedom ring"-and if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

So let freedom ring -- from the prodigious hill tops of New Hampshire, let freedom ring; from the mighty mountains of New York.Let freedom ring -- from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that.Let freedom ring from the Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and hamlet, from every state and city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children - black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Catholics and Protestants - will be able to join hands and to sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last, free at last; thank God Almighty, we are free at last."