Author: Lynn云的蓝

On my way home, the rains turned from drizzling to pouring. Bag wet, Trousers soaked, umbrella giving out annoying tapping sounds. Gloomy, rainy Paris is everything but romantic and poetic. But thanks to that, I could at least be distracted from the lingering thought about the group discussion half an hour ago. It seemed that I did nothing wrong but the truth is I did everything wrong.

          This morning I just read an article about doing what you love, about how to fine true happiness, about how prestige can be great enemy to passion and inspiration, and etc. However, several hours later, I became everything that I determined not to be-

          During the discussion, I was so opinionated and conceited that I simply couldn’t take other members opinion. Discussion seemed to be pointless and strayed hundreds of thousands miles away from what we should have discussed. The stronger I thought in this way, the more I believed thing was exactly going in this way. Thus, this feeling got enforced with my silence and once-in-a-while critical questioning regarding the opinions and solutions given by my teammates. I couldn’t figure out why I was acting that way. I did have done a lot of preparations for the discussion and I did have formed my opinions before listening to others.

 

          I got stuck and kept complaining myself. This awful feeling haunted me all the way from my campus to the metro station, with this horrible raining day.

          When the metro stopped at Gare d’austerlitz, a group of kids got on the train. Though they were ushered by some teachers, the moment they got in, I felt like being bombarded, with all the clamours, exciting and relentless. OH! MY! GOD! I was reading a book! Do I deserve the bad luck being in the same carriage with those monsters?!! I was at the edge of stand up to yell! But the truth was I had no choice but to live with it.

          Several kids were sitting beside and opposite to me. I glanced through them, showing my dissatisfaction and impatience. The moment I laid my eyes on the little boy opposite to me, he grinned and said “bonjour” to me. That was something I did not expect. I was all of a sudden lightened up by that lovely sunny word and couldn’t stop smiling and staring at their lovely faces till they got off. Obviously those kids were from somewhere else and on their school trip to visit Paris, the capital. They were so amazed to see Paris, to see this world. Even at the sight of a segment of Seine, they would wooooooooow like crazy and take out cameras to snap this most ordinary scene. I was wondering how this world looked like in their eyes. Less annoyance, more curiosity? Even an impatient glance is worth a lovely “bonjour”? From their eyes, I saw puerility. And I found curiosity in their jaw-dropping expressions, which reminded me that I was also a child a long time ago. Now, that child is half awake, and I believe she can handle well in her next discussion. More importantly, she will embrace this world with a more open mind, like she once did. Thanks to this clamours!

 

Written in October, 2012

 

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