你忘记了你想记住的，却记住了你想忘记的。

The world is a place of the living, and the dead have no place in it. The dead are nothing. They are not even a memory. They are forgotten. And the living, too, will be forgotten.

The only way to be truly happy is to accept who you are and never stop growing and evolving.

玛雅安吉洛在她的诗歌《我们的祖母们》中这样说。当我在这个世界穿行，我带上自己所有的历史——所有那些帮我铺过路的人都是现在这个我的一部分。