和外國友人走在狹窄單行道,他狐疑地問著,那個擺在路旁冒出難聞黑煙的爐子,我還在思索怎樣回答以不失體面,對街老太婆用台語嚷:啊要燒金也把金爐搬到馬路當中,別在機車旁燒呀。
有詩人說他寧可去生活,而不願寫詩。然而,半退休後,生活裡遇到更多形形色色,平靜裡不時有驚濤。我已過了衝浪手看到浪就興奮的階段,卻發現,每天用筆記錄一點生活浪花,比在社群媒體貼幸福美食照更療癒。
今天記一首小詩:
We learn wisdom from failure
Much more than from success,
Often discover what will do by finding out
What will not do,
And probably he who never made a mistake
Never made a discovery.