佚名/Anonymous
I think that,from a biological standpoint,human life almost reads like a poem.It has its own rhythm and beat,its internal cycles of grow th and decay.It begins with innocent childhood,followed by awkward ado lescence trying awkwardly to adapt itself to mature society,with its yo ung passions and follies,its ideals and ambitions;then it reaches a ma nhood of intense activities,profiting from experience and learning more about society and human nature;at middle age,there is a slight easing of tension,a mellowing of character like the ripening of fruit or the m ellowing of good wine,and the gradual acquiring of a more tolerant,mor e cynical and at the same time a kindlier view of life;then in the suns et of our life,the endocrine glands decrease their activity,and if we have a true philosophy of old age and have ordered our life pattern acco rding to it,it is for us the age of peace and security and leisure and contentment;finally,life flickers out and one goes into eternal sleep,never to wake up again.One should be able to sense the beauty of this r hythm of life,to appreciate,as we do in grand symphonies,its main the me,its strains of conflict and the final resolution.
The movements of these cycles are very much the same in a normal lif e,but the music must be provided by the individual himself.In some sou ls,the discordant note becomes harsher and harsher and finally overwhel ms or submerges the main melody.Sometimes the discordant note gains so much power that the music can no longer go on,and the individual shoots himself with a pistol or jumps into a river.But that is because his ori ginal leitmotif has been hopelessly over-shadowed through the lack of a good self-education.Otherwise the normal human life runs to its normal end in a kind of dignified movement and procession.
No one can say that a life with childhood,manhood and old age is no t a beautiful arrangement;the day has its morning,noon and sunset,and the year has its seasons,and it is good that it is so.There is no good or bad in life,except what is good according to its own season.And if we take this biological view of life and try to live according to the se asons,no one but a conceited fool or an impossible idealist can deny th at human life can be lived like a poem.