Luyện nghe bài hát Shoulders

Like many, I love to at the stars.
I love the fact that ours is one among many.
What I love about astronomy is our constellations tell a story.
Our were born from mythology.
Mythology was our first attempt to understand the in which we live
We put a God in and those Gods would give us our reasons.
Why is the sky
Who chose
Gods.
How come men nipples?
It's the of the Gods.
Why this wine taste so good?
a God in it!
And for a while, was not a single thing that the gods could not explain.
We believed their anger gave us lightning;
Their despair us rain
We whispered our desires to them, believing that charity would sustain us.
Those Gods... just stories.
But became a large part of how we learn
They lessons into our memories
They become a part of how we remember; we can remember everything,
Right down to that first bee sting
When we that this tiny blue marble we call the world has rules.
Rule number one: don't fuck the bees!
An unforgettable lesson to you by your memories.
I remember that I grew up mythology.
I remember the of the titan Atlas, who was also the god of astronomy
The original global system sending sailors safely home by telling them which constellation to keep starboard.
He taught us the stars, and in all this, while he held up ours
Our blue dot.
But Atlas is caught two different tellings of his story.
In the first, he leads a rebellion against Olympus and is then sentenced to the heavens on his shoulders for eternity.
In the second story, he is chosen to be the guardian of the that hold up the earth and sky.
I prefer the story.
It means the world is not a punishment; but rather, a responsibility.
But how can one be charged with such a burden?
How can one be responsible for all this?
When I of Atlas, I think of a single drop of rain
I how unfair it would be to hold a single drop solely responsible for making the entire world clean again.
I remember how my grandmother to explain our world to me-
She me a story
She said the ground and the sky, they each other
But they don't have
So rain; that's just how they one another.
I began to see how the and sky need each other.
But I wondered us.
In this perfect design, where do we
piece of the puzzle are we?
Like constellations, I began to see a connection between dots and numbered my
And drew from one to the next.
I began to see us in the context of a bigger picture, sharpening the blur into focus
We are Atlas.
I saw that this pale blue dot, one world, is all we get.
There will be no reset button, no new operating system, no downloadable
We will not be allowed to trade in our old world for a new one climate control or better fuel efficiency
We get one at this.
Dismiss all reports of chances; we get one.
And yet we draw advances on our future as if we one day be held accountable-
We will.
We are.
The human race runs toward a line emblazoned with the worlds 'too far' and wonders,
we ever cross it?
Have we
We are faced with the seemingly talk.
And it's to be afraid.
Our dilemma before us like a mountain carved into a blockade, the sheer magnitude of our problem would be enough to dissuade anyone.
How do we save the
We lay in our beds curled question marks, wondering
can we do?
Where do we
Is hope a glue crazy to hold us together while we're falling apart?
The seems immense.
But we can do this.
We must take the martial arts approach to loving our
Love as
about the cost
There will be no other thing as worth as this!
Nothing more nothing as precious;
is home.
All of our start and end here.
We are sheltered within an atmosphere that has given us every single breath we ever take
Every we have ever made has come from the flesh of our planet.
Water like blood, skin like soil, bones like
It is not a myth, is no debate, facts are in
is, there's never been any question.
We are crisis.
We dismiss the truth not because we can't accept it, but because having to ourselves to change is a scary prospect for anybody.
The most alarming of the statement 'we are facing crisis'
Isn't the 'crisis',
the word 'we'.
Because those two letters take the responsibility away from one and rest it on the shoulders of everybody.
We are now.
But our strength will come from finding a way to share in shouldering the responsibility of turning the impossible into
Somehow, we do this.
We can do this.
We can dismiss apathy; we can reject
We can be the new in our story
We will not see immediately
We must act in faith as the hour hand grips the minute hand and they land on the eleventh
We must believe like the seed that is possible to see.
Never the flower, it grows knowing it must become more than what it was
It changes, in growth, all of its potential can be unlocked.
Change is rain, it starts with a single drop.
Just one, like our blue dot.
Caught in an endless waltz gravity, we circle the sun, wondering who, if anyone left the light on.
We are drawn upon the earth, we are connected to one another, we are bound.
We must behave as the arms that connect the to the sky.
We try to be more like the rain.
Our may differ, our goal is the same:
How do we save our pale blue
We act as the rain, realizing that each drop is as equal and important as any.
We act as one.
Now, we are many.