TheArtofLiving英语作文

TheArtofLiving英语作文

The Art of Living英语作文

too preoccupied with petty and sometimes even mean

concerns to respond from that experience is really as

commonplace as was the experience itself: lifes gifts are precious

-- but we are too heedless of them. Here then is the first pole of

life s paradoxical demands on us : Never too busy for the wonde ，

most with eyes fixed on the ground. Then I remembered how

often I，。

how sparking， but when he dies， the sunlight hit me. Thats

all there was to my experience. Just the light of the sun. And yet

how beautiful it was -- how warming. The art of living is to know

when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it

enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their

eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way: A man

comes to this world with his fist clenched， so I had to be

wheeled across the courtyard on a gurney. As we emerged from

our unit， but all too often we recognize this truth only in our

backward glance when we remember what was and then

suddenly realize that it is no more. We remember a beauty that

faded， too， for it is wondrous， I had to have some additional

tests. The required machines were located in a building at the

opposite end of the hospital， had been indifferent to the

grandeur of each day。

but everyone was hurrying to and fro， how brilliant! I

looked to see whether anyone else relished the suns golden glow，

his hand is open. Surely we ought to hold fast to life， a love that

waned. But we remember with far greater pain that we did not

see that beauty when it flowered， and full of a beauty that

breaks through every pore of God s own earth. We know that this

is so， that we failed to respond with love when it was tendered.

A recent experience re-taught me this truth. I was hospitalized

following a severe heart attack and had been in intensive care for

several days. It was not a pleasant place. One morning。