回頭一看

寫左一年，如果真係有一樣得著，就係我比以前更加肯定，我想做自己．

再坦白D，我唔能夠話我唔想呃自己，我只能夠話，我無能力呃自己，我始終學唔識點同自己講大話既同時，說服自己呢個係並唔係大話．

當然，做戲永遠係一個選擇．投入地去做一場逼真既戲，當然無問題．但做得戲，就要連戲．要肯定自己連到戲，又要時刻保持警覺清醒．

以我咁怕煩咁無耐性，做得幾耐呢到底？

唔想呃自己，又唔想做戲，咁仲有咩Option呢？有時我覺得, 做自己，並唔係因為我特別想, 只不過係我覺得其他個兩樣唔化算．Yes, everything is difficult, but down the road, those two options will never allow me to be proud of myself.

And how could anyone, who is ashamed of themselves, be able to enjoy or appreciate what they have? And without enjoyment or appreciation, how can anyone be truly satisfied with their lives?

In the long run, we all die. And even worse, we don’t know when or why or how we die.

I just want to avoid guilt and shame to be my companion as I take my journey down to hell.

每寫一篇，重頭認識自己．
每讀一遍，重頭學習自己.
每醒一次，重頭試做自己．

重頭一次, 兩次, 三次...十次，廿次...百次，千次
也許我不會找到"我是誰"的終極答案，
but I have got to try.

PS (之前話過想將骨灰撒於太平山頂，被篤撐提醒可能會被控亂拋垃圾...　得羅生高見，提議係將骨灰分成一百幾十份，用透明膠袋仔裝住，再搭多一蚊同一粒糖，作"吉儀"回禮之用！Brilliant eh!? =p)