THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH YOU.

文章作者：Jeff Foster

翻译：钱维德

Friend. From the very beginning, youwere not broken. You were not born into sin. You were not destined for thegarbage heap. There was never anything fundamentally missing from your life.You just thought that there was. Others tried to convince you that you were notgood enough, because they too felt not good enough. In your innocence, and withno evidence to the contrary, you believed them. So you spent all those yearstrying to fix, purify and perfect yourself. You sought power, wealth, fame andeven spiritual enlistment to prove your worth as a 'me'. You played theBuild-A-Better-Me game, comparing yourself to other versions of ‘me', and all became soexhausting, trying to reach those unreachable goals, trying to live up to someimage that you didn’t even fully believe in anyway, and you longed for the deeprest of yourself...

But you were always perfect, you see,from the very beginning. Perfect in your absolute imperfection.

Your imperfections, your quirks, yourseeming flaws, your weirdnesses, your unique and irreplacable flavors, werewhat made you so lovable, so human, so real, so relatable. Even in yourglorious imperfection, you were always a perfect expression of life, a belovedchild of the universe, a complete work of art, unique in all the world anddeserving of all riches of life.

It was never about being a perfect ‘me’. It was always aboutbeing a perfectly Here, perfectly yourself, in all your divine strangeness.

“Forget your perfect offering,” sings LeonardCohen. “There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”

—by Jeff Forster

我的朋友。起初，你就不是生而残缺的，你不是生而有罪的，你也不是注定要沦落渊薮的。你的生命从来就没有任何根本上的缺失，你只是以为自己有了瑕疵而已。其他人想要让你相信你不够好，因为他们自己也觉得不够好。出自纯真你找不到反驳的理由，你相信了他们。于是多年来你一直在修正、净化、完善自己。你寻求权力、财富、名声、甚至是灵性开悟，以证明这个“我”是有价值的。你玩着“完善自我”的游戏，跟别人的’我’比，最后弄得精疲力尽，想要完成那些完成不了的目标，想要建立某种自己都不心服的形象，内心深处渴望着放松地做自己就好…

然而，你看，从一开始你就一直是完美的，在你绝对的不完美中的完美。

你的不完美，你的怪癖，你看起来的缺点，你的的不守常规，你独特的风格，都让你如此可爱、如此自然、如此真实、如此令人想要亲近。就在你光辉的不完美里面，你一直都是生命完美的呈现，一个宇宙挚爱的孩子，一件完整的艺术品，那么独一无二，值得拥有所有生命的丰富。

从来都无关于怎么变成更完美的“我“，而关于成为完美的”当下“，完美的当你自己，在你所有神性的怪异里。

“别再想完美的样子了，”莱昂纳德.柯恩这么唱着。“每件事儿都有缝隙，那样光才能够照得进来。“