what is real happiness?I meant REAL and HAPPINESS.
there're lots things in life that can make me feel happiness: laziness, being mean, taking nap on my office desk, kill somebody in my imagination, keep buying luxury things...But are those happiness real? Or they rather just like a short-term addiction that fools me?

Real things should last forever, such as love. they shouldn't lie in possession of sensory objects.

When everything went extremely well, should I still be worried?a better job offer, a huge salary rise, fame and exposure on TV...I am more worried than enjoy the happiness, all my effort and ambition brought me to a place that insecure surpasses happiness.

努力追求的，可能只是别人的梦想？就像我现在的一切都是我父母所期望的，我也曾经认为这就是我想要的，可是在真正得到的霎那，我的表情是个question mark, 而不是一个exclamation point。这种感觉可能有一日会转变吧，所幸很多人都同我一样share这种人生的迷茫，可能也是时候去体会有时 “得到” 未必是幸福，懂得“取舍” 才是幸福？

我的人生，就是从罐子里拿糖果，没有想过放糖果回去。所幸运气还不错，so far都是要什么有什么，想什么得什么。可运气太好的背后总有恐惧，就像城堡中的故事除了美丽花园肯定也有阴寒的鬼怪；精神上的负担变的越来越大，城堡里的阴影也渐渐掩盖了阳光。但希望真正的幸福可以被我找到，或者找到我。

Don't spend time on asking for more, spend more time to figure out what you should ask for.


谁听了他的新专辑？据说里面唯一一首他创作的，就是同名的这首Beautiful:
“In my shoes, just to see
What its like, to be me.
I'll be you, lets trade shoes
Just to see what i'd be like.

To feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each others' minds
Just to see what we'd find
Look at shit through each others' eyes.

Don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked just stay true to you.”
什么都不说了，阿姆大叔就是我眼中的“文化人儿”。

PS：封面上的大桥就在我大学附近，格外亲切又格外荒凉。金融危机把底特律变成了废城，大一还没有美签时它曾经是个多美的梦。