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 is that our constellations tell a story.
Our constellations were born mythology.
was our first attempt to understand the world 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 does this wine so good?
a God in it!
And for a while, there was not a thing that the gods could not explain.
We believed that their anger gave us
Their gave us rain
We whispered our desires to them, believing that their charity sustain us.
Those Gods... were stories.
But stories became a part of how we learn
They burn lessons into our
They become a part of how we we can remember almost everything,
Right down to that unbearable bee sting
we learned that this tiny blue marble we call the world has rules.
Rule number one: don't with the bees!
An unforgettable brought to you by your memories.
I remember that I up loving mythology.
I remember the of the titan Atlas, who was also the god of astronomy
The original global positioning system sending sailors safely home by them which constellation to keep starboard.
He us about 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 Olympus and is then sentenced to hold the heavens on his shoulders for eternity.
In the story, he is chosen to be the guardian of the pillars that hold up the earth and sky.
I prefer the story.
It that the world is not a punishment; but rather, a responsibility.
But how can just one be with such a burden?
How can just one be for all this?
When I think of Atlas, I think of a single of rain
I think how unfair it would be to hold a single drop solely responsible for making the entire clean again.
I remember how my tried to explain our world to me-
She told me a
She said the and the sky, they love each other
But they don't 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 design, where do we fit?
piece of the puzzle are we?
Like constellations, I began to see a connection dots and numbered my thoughts
And drew from one to the next.
I began to see us in the context of a picture, sharpening the blur slowly into focus
We are Atlas.
I saw that this blue dot, this 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 with climate control or fuel efficiency
We get one at this.
Dismiss all reports of second we get one.
And yet we draw advances on our future as if we one day won't be accountable-
We will.
We are.
The human race runs toward a finish line emblazoned with the 'too far' and wonders,
Will we ever 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 of our problem would be enough 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 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
as self-defense
Forget about the
There will be no other thing as worth as this!
Nothing more important; nothing as
is home.
All of our stories and end here.
We are sheltered within an atmosphere that has given us every single breath we will take
Every monument we have made has come from the flesh of our planet.
Water like blood, skin like soil, bones granite
It is not a myth, is no debate, facts are in
Fact is, never been any question.
We are crisis.
We dismiss the not because we can't accept it, but because having to commit ourselves to change is a scary prospect for anybody.
The most alarming of the statement 'we are facing crisis'
the word 'crisis',
It's the 'we'.
Because two letters take the responsibility away from one and rest it squarely on the shoulders of everybody.
We are now.
But our strength come from finding 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 in our story
We not see change immediately
We must act in faith as the hour hand grips the minute hand and they land on the hour
We believe like the seed that change is possible to see.
Never seize the flower, it grows knowing it must become than what it was
It changes, because in growth, all of its can be unlocked.
Change is like rain, it starts with a drop.
one, like our pale blue dot.
Caught in an waltz called gravity, we circle the sun, wondering who, if anyone left the light on.
We are constellations drawn upon the earth, we are to one another, we are bound.
We must behave as the arms that the ground to the sky.
We must try to be more the rain.
Our stories may differ, our is the same:
How do we our pale blue dot?
We act as the rain, realizing that each individual drop is as equal and as any.
We act as one.
Now, we are many.