Luyện nghe bài hát Shoulders

Like many, I to look at the stars.
I love the fact that ours is one among many.
What I love about is that our constellations tell a story.
Our constellations 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 blue?
Gods.
How men have nipples?
It's the of the Gods.
Why this wine taste so good?
a God in it!
And for a while, there was not a single thing that the gods not explain.
We believed their anger gave us lightning;
Their gave us rain
We whispered our to them, believing that their charity would sustain us.
Gods... were just stories.
But became a large part of how we learn
They lessons into our memories
They become a of how we remember; we can remember almost everything,
Right to that first unbearable bee sting
When we learned this tiny blue marble we call the world has rules.
Rule one: don't fuck with the bees!
An unforgettable lesson to you by your memories.
I remember I grew up loving mythology.
I remember the of the titan Atlas, who was also the god of astronomy
The original positioning system sending sailors safely home by telling them which constellation to keep starboard.
He taught us about the stars, and in all this, while he held up
Our blue dot.
But Atlas is caught between two different of his story.
In the first, he leads a rebellion against Olympus and is then to hold the heavens on his shoulders for eternity.
In the second story, he is chosen to be the of the pillars 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 just one be responsible for all
When I think of Atlas, I think of a single of rain
I think how unfair it be to hold a single drop solely responsible for making the entire world clean again.
I remember how my tried to explain our world to me-
She told me a
She said the ground and the sky, love each other
But don't have arms
So rain; just how they hold one another.
I began to see how the earth and sky need other.
But I about us.
In perfect design, where do we fit?
Which of the puzzle are we?
constellations, I began to see a connection between 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 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 of second chances; we get one.
And yet we draw on our future as if we one day won't 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 impossible 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 crazy enough to hold us together while we're falling apart?
The seems immense.
But we can do this.
We must the martial arts approach to loving our planet-
as self-defense
Forget the cost
will be no other thing as worth saving as this!
Nothing more nothing as precious;
is home.
All of our start and end here.
We are sheltered an atmosphere that has given us every single breath we will ever take
Every monument we have ever made has come from the of our planet.
Water like blood, 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 it, but because having to commit ourselves to change is a scary prospect for anybody.
The most alarming part of the 'we are facing crisis'
Isn't the 'crisis',
the word 'we'.
Because those two letters take the responsibility from one and rest 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 we can reject uncertainty
We can be the new chapter in our
We not see change immediately
We must act in faith as the hour hand grips the minute hand and land on the eleventh hour
We must believe the seed that change is possible to see.
Never seize the flower, it grows knowing it must 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 called gravity, we circle the sun, wondering who, if anyone 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 try to be more like 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 drop is as equal and important as any.
We act as one.
Now, we are many.