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THE SMELL OF STRUGGLE
翻译:钱维德
Here is an ancient invitation to love the struggle of life, the sorrow, the confusion, the sorrow, the confusion, the uncertainty, even the despair of it. Love the impermanence of it all, love it all to death, its unpredictability, its uncontrollability, its unmanageable quality and mysterious nature.
有个古老的邀请是关钟爱生命的受苦:悲伤、困惑、不确定,甚至是绝望。爱着生命的无常,爱到至死,爱着生命的不可测、不可控、不可掌握,这些奥秘的本质。
Life was never supposed to be 100% smooth. What would be the fun in the ride? Love the bumps along the way. Love the total absence of any answers that satisfy. Love your own inability to love sometimes.
生命从未是百分之百顺利,如果总是平顺那还有什么意思呢?爱着生命的起伏,爱着没有绝对满意的解答,爱着你有时对爱的无能为力。
There are never any mistakes here in this place we call reality, and nothing is thrown at you except rich and nutrient-dense fertilizer, which may smell bad at first, and you may be tempted to run away, but its smell contains a secret: it will lovingly help new things grow, if you give it a chance and stop assuming it is divided from the supreme intelligence of life itself, the One intelligence that births solars systems and tiny birds in springtime.
在实相里没有任何的错误,没有什么倒霉事发生在你身上,只有好事和有营养的肥料。一开始可能不太好闻,你也想避开,但是那个味道里蕴藏着秘密。如果你给它机会,不假设它和生命至高的智慧(那个创作太阳系或春天里的小鸟的智慧)有所不同,它会带着爱地让新事物成长。
The smell of your struggle is the smell of life, not death, and does not indicate your terrible failure, but your stunning aliveness. Yes, yes, you are alive, and sensitive, and you feel everything!
你受苦的味道就是生命的味道,不是死亡的味道,也不代表你有多大的失败,它是你活生生的生命力。是的,是的,你活着,敏锐感受着一切!
