http://www.yayacui.com I am my own clown Always thinking about the start and mood written on the curtain of life, always pondering what kind of ending and沧桑(cang1sang1 - vicissitudes) is scripted. copyright qnwz Youth Digest Youth Digest Every day, we play the roles that life has given us, portraying expressions of happiness or sorrow, http://zone.ku6.com/u/17137633/entry/5845031.html, directed by God in a plot we are powerless to change. The audience below, they come and go, no one tells me whether this scene is good or bad; they are merely spectators, not critics... Youth Digest Electronic Magazine qnwz.cn Perhaps I am just an incompetent clown, striving to perform actions I believe will bring joy, yet always catching that undeniable look of loss on the face of someone seated closest. The stage lights flicker off for just a moment, cueing the clown's exit. The clown is but a character in the corner of the stage, unsuitable as the protagonist, unworthy of the spotlight. It strives to perform all it can, lacking real talent. Forgive his clumsy humor, forgive his inept performance; he is simply a clown who wishes to bring joy to those who watch him. Forgive his clumsiness, if only because of his wish for your happiness! qnwz.cn copyright qnwz Perhaps much of the time, beneath his stage sit only a few scattered strangers. Maybe one day it will suddenly be filled with people full of anticipation. But perhaps all of this is irrelevant to him, or perhaps because he is but a worthless minor character. Yet he continues to perform wholeheartedly, for those who wish to see him perform, for those who hope to find joy here. This article comes from the Youth Digest website http://www.yayacui.com