Luyện nghe bài hát Shoulders

Like many, I love to at the stars.
I the fact that ours is just one among many.
What I love about astronomy is that our tell a story.
Our constellations were from mythology.
Mythology was our first attempt to understand the world in which we
We put a God in everything and those would give us our reasons.
Why is the sky
Who blue?
Gods.
How men have nipples?
It's the of the Gods.
Why does this taste so good?
a God in it!
And for a while, there was not a single that the gods could not explain.
We believed that their anger gave us
Their despair us rain
We whispered our desires to them, believing that their charity sustain us.
Those Gods... just stories.
But stories a large part of how we learn
They burn into our memories
They become a part of how we we can remember almost everything,
Right down to that first unbearable bee
When we learned that this blue marble we call the world has rules.
Rule number don't fuck with the bees!
An unforgettable brought to you by your memories.
I remember that I up loving mythology.
I remember the story of the titan Atlas, who was also the god of
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 pale dot.
But Atlas is caught between two tellings of his story.
In the first, he leads a rebellion against Olympus and is then sentenced to hold the on his shoulders for eternity.
In the second story, he is chosen to be the guardian of the pillars that hold up the and sky.
I prefer the story.
It means the world is not a punishment; but rather, a responsibility.
But how can just one be charged with such a
How can just one be responsible for all
I think of Atlas, I think of a single drop of rain
I think how 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 told me a
She said the ground and the sky, love each other
But they have arms
So rain; that's just how they one another.
I to see how the earth and sky need each other.
But I wondered us.
In this perfect design, where do we
Which piece of the are we?
Like constellations, I to see a connection between dots and numbered my thoughts
And drew from one to the next.
I began to see us in the of a bigger picture, sharpening the blur slowly into focus
We are Atlas.
I saw that this pale blue dot, one world, is all we get.
will be no reset button, no new operating system, no downloadable upgrade
We will not be allowed to trade in our old world for a new one with climate control or 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 finish emblazoned with the worlds 'too far' and wonders,
we ever cross it?
Have we
We are faced with the seemingly talk.
And okay to be afraid.
Our dilemma stands before us like a mountain carved into a blockade, the sheer magnitude of our problem would be to dissuade anyone.
How do we the world?
We lay in our beds curled question marks, wondering
can we do?
Where do we
Is hope a glue crazy enough to hold us together while we're falling
The burden immense.
But we can do this.
We must take the arts approach to loving our planet-
as self-defense
Forget about the
There will be no other thing as worth as this!
Nothing important; nothing as precious;
is home.
All of our stories and end here.
We are sheltered within an atmosphere that has given us every single we will ever take
Every monument we ever made has come from the flesh of our planet.
like blood, skin like soil, bones like granite
It is not a myth, is no debate, facts are in
Fact is, there's never 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 part 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 it squarely on the shoulders of everybody.
We are now.
But our strength will come from a way to share in shouldering the responsibility of turning the impossible into somehow
Somehow, we do this.
We can do this.
We can dismiss apathy; we can reject
We can be the new chapter in our
We not see change immediately
We must act in faith as the hour hand the minute hand and they land on the eleventh hour
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, because in growth, all of its can be unlocked.
Change is rain, it starts with a single drop.
one, like our pale blue dot.
Caught in an endless called gravity, we circle the sun, wondering who, if anyone left the light on.
We are constellations upon the earth, we are connected to one another, we are bound.
We must behave as the that connect the ground to the sky.
We must try to be more the rain.
Our stories may differ, our 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.