詩｜陳泰源 Tan Taiwan

幸福之路，

後來才明白——

不是走向哪裡，

而是

你與誰同行。

有些路，並不遠，

只是走著走著，

就累了。

不是因為路長，

而是身邊的人，

讓你一直

不能放鬆。

一句話，在心裡改了又改；

一步路，也反覆確認。

久了，

你開始懷疑的，

不只是方向，

還有自己。

那時候你以為——

是自己不夠好。

於是更努力，

更用力地走，

更不敢停。

直到有一天，

你忽然安靜下來。

不是平靜，

只是累了。

才慢慢明白——

人，不一定倒在路上，

更多時候，

是倒在

錯的人身邊。

他們不一定不好，

只是你在那裡，

總要解釋，

總要證明。

而對的人，

其實很安靜。

你沉默，

也被理解；

你疲憊，

也被允許。

你可以停下來，

什麼都不做，

卻不再覺得

自己少了什麼。

那一刻你才知道——

被接住，

不是因為你做了什麼，

而是

你就是你。

幸福，

大概也是在那時候

慢慢出現的。

不是沒有風雨，

而是有人在旁，

與你撐傘，

也與你

一起淋雨。

只是走得再遠一些，

你會發現——

人，會離開。

有些人停下，

有些人轉身，

也有人，在不知不覺中

就走散了。

那時你會慌，

會以為

是不是自己又走錯了。

可再往前走，

你會慢慢明白——

留下來的，

不是誰，

而是一種東西。

一種讓你不再偽裝的真，

一種讓你仍願溫柔的心，

一種在孤單之中

也能安靜站著的力量。

它沒有名字，

卻一直在。

在你懷疑的時候，

在你跌倒的時候，

在沒有人回應的時候——

它仍在。

於是你才知道——

幸福之路，

不是找到一個

永遠不離開的人。

而是走在一條路上，

即使一個人，

也不會失去自己。

你還願意相信，

還願意柔軟，

還願意

好好活著。

這樣，就夠了。

路會變，

夜會來，

人會散。

但你不再那麼害怕。

因為有些東西，

已經在你裡面了。

所以當你再遇見誰——

你不再急著靠近，

也不再害怕遠離。

你只是輕輕地問：

我們，

是不是在同一條路上。

如果是，

就一起走一段。

如果不是，

也不必停留。

因為你已經學會——

如何一個人，

慢慢走，

也不偏離光。

The Path of Happiness, and Who Walks With You

Poem by Tan Taiwan

The path of happiness—

I only understood later—

is not where it leads,

but

who walks beside you.

Some roads are not long,

yet, somewhere along the way,

you grow tired.

Not because of distance,

but because the one beside you

never lets you

fully rest.

A sentence, rewritten in silence;

a step, checked again and again.

Over time,

what you begin to doubt

is not only the direction,

but yourself.

You thought—

you were simply not enough.

So you tried harder,

walked with more force,

dared not stop.

Until one day,

you grew quiet.

Not at peace—

only tired.

And slowly you understood—

people do not always fall on the road.

More often,

they fall

beside the wrong person.

They are not necessarily unkind.

But with them,

you are always explaining,

always proving.

And the right person—

is quiet.

Your silence

is understood.

Your weariness

is allowed.

You can sit down,

do nothing at all,

and no longer feel

that something is missing.

In that moment, you realize—

to be held

is not because of what you have done,

but because

you are who you are.

Perhaps that is

how happiness begins.

Not in the absence of storms,

but in having someone beside you

to hold the umbrella—

or to stand with you

in the rain.

But if you walk a little farther,

you will see—

people leave.

Some stop.

Some turn away.

Some, without a word,

fade from your side.

And you panic,

wondering

if you have lost your way again.

But as you go on,

you begin to understand—

what remains

is not a person,

but something else.

Something that lets you be true,

something that keeps you gentle,

something that allows you,

even in solitude,

to stand quietly.

It has no name,

yet it stays.

When you doubt,

when you fall,

when no one answers—

it stays.

And then you know—

the path of happiness

is not about finding someone

who never leaves.

It is about walking a road

where even alone,

you do not lose yourself.

You still choose to believe,

to remain tender,

to keep living

with care.

That is enough.

The road will change.

Night will come.

People will part.

But you are no longer afraid.

Because something

already lives within you.

So when you meet someone again—

you no longer rush to hold on,

nor fear letting go.

You simply ask, quietly:

Are we

on the same path?

If we are,

we walk together for a while.

If not,

we let it pass.

Because you have learned—

how to walk alone,

slowly,

without losing the light.