或许我该把你比作秋初的太阳。
冬天的太阳太晦暗，灰蒙蒙的、泛着点阴郁的冷意。是冬日里唯一的热源，像救命稻草一般让人不得不抓住，而后陷入长久依赖。
而你，褪去了夏天时的滚烫，只留下切肤暖意，缓缓渗入四肢百骸，像是你给的温柔也在我的血液中流淌。只要有这样的太阳在，总让我觉得人间值得，万物晴朗。透过你，我才看清世界的明亮。
——陆酌

“Everything is ****ed. And hope is both the cause and the effect of that ****edness.”
识破了希望的真面目，那该怎么破呢？尼采的解法是「amor fati」，love of one's fate。接受一切，活在当下，每一个不曾起舞的日子都是对生命的辜负。别操心结果怎样，做自己能做的就好了。
“This is our challenge, our calling: To act without hope. To not hope for better. To be better. In this moment and the next. And the next. And the next.”
划重点：To not hope for better. To BE better.
没有希望就不会有失望，每一步都是修行。
“Hope for the infinite opportunity and oppression present in every single moment. Hope for the suffering that comes with freedom. For the pain that comes from happiness. For the wisdom that comes from ignorance. For the power that comes from surrender. And then act despite it.”
Amor fati，好的坏的都让它来，反正你也拦不住，接受了反而就没有了好坏之分。
To act without hope. To not hope for better. To BE better。

爱人不求回报这种话我是讲不出口的，我花心思搏斗不过是希望你也向我伸出手。

“他是我，想把光阴剪碎了，挑出最最轻盈闪烁的部分拼成星河赠与的人。”

言语究竟没有用。久久握手，就是妥协的安慰。