Strive, not yield, not regret. Dead poets society.

没错，医学、法律、商业、工程，这些都是崇高的追求，足以支撑人的一生。但诗歌、美丽、浪漫、爱情，这些才是我们活着的意义。

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived.
我步入丛林，因为我希望生活有意义。我希望获得深刻，汲取所有生命的精华。把非生命的一切击溃。以免，当我生命终结，发现自己从未活过。

大多数人都生活在平静的绝望中，别陷入这种境地，挣脱出来。

#死亡诗社#

《Dead Poets Society》
“oh captain my captain.”

结尾简直点睛之笔。
当懦弱的人变得勇敢，挣脱大多数人的沉默，于只奔向同一处的人群里，做一股逆流。

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.
简直看到了自己。
比起顺从的接受无可奈何、每天思考着无需背负道德和责任、不被任何人批判的自由死去：
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

Miscellaneous thoughts （俗称发癫）:
“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering -- these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love -- these are what we stay alive for.”
——Dead Poets Society

Last day of class, rewatched an old movie, ended a romance that didn’t even begin, emotionally overwhelmed, felt alive, cried a bit. Sometimes crying is good for you. Should maybe start reading and writing poetry.

Carpe Diem.