Luyện nghe bài hát Shoulders

Like many, I to look at the stars.
I love the fact that is just one among many.
What I love astronomy is that our constellations tell a story.
Our constellations were from mythology.
Mythology was our first attempt to understand the world in we live
We put a God in everything and those Gods 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 that the gods could not explain.
We believed that their gave us lightning;
Their gave us rain
We whispered our to them, believing that their charity would sustain us.
Those Gods... were stories.
But became a large part of how we learn
burn lessons into our memories
They become a part of how we remember; we can almost everything,
Right down to first unbearable bee sting
When we learned that this tiny marble we call the world has rules.
Rule number don't fuck with the bees!
An lesson brought to you by your memories.
I remember I grew up loving mythology.
I remember the story of the titan Atlas, who was also the god of
The original global positioning system sending sailors safely home by 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 different of his story.
In the first, he leads a rebellion against Olympus and is then sentenced to hold the heavens on his 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 just one be charged with such a
How can one be responsible for all this?
I think of Atlas, I think of a single drop of rain
I think how unfair it would be to hold a single 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, they each other
But they don't have
So rain; that's how they hold one another.
I began to see how the and sky need each other.
But I wondered us.
In perfect design, where do we fit?
Which piece of the are we?
Like constellations, I began to see a connection between dots and numbered my
And lines 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 this pale blue dot, this one world, is all we get.
There will be no reset button, no new system, no downloadable upgrade
We will not be allowed to trade in our old for a new one with 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 won't be accountable-
We will.
We are.
The human race runs toward a finish line emblazoned with the worlds 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 enough to 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 take the martial arts approach to loving our planet-
Love as
Forget the cost
There will be no other thing as worth as this!
Nothing more important; as precious;
is home.
All of our stories 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, like soil, bones like granite
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 to commit ourselves to change is a scary prospect for anybody.
The alarming part of the statement 'we are facing crisis'
Isn't the 'crisis',
It's the 'we'.
Because those two take the responsibility away from one and rest it squarely on the shoulders of everybody.
We are now.
But our will 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 we can reject uncertainty
We can be the new chapter in our
We not see change immediately
We act in faith as the hour hand grips the minute hand and they land on the eleventh hour
We must like the seed that change is possible to see.
Never seize the flower, it grows knowing it become more than what it was
It changes, in growth, all of its potential can be unlocked.
Change is like rain, it with a single drop.
Just one, our pale blue dot.
Caught in an endless waltz 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 arms connect the ground to the sky.
We must try to be more the rain.
Our may differ, our goal is the same:
How do we save our blue dot?
We act as the rain, realizing that each individual is as equal and important as any.
We act as one.
Now, we are many.