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世界上最可怕的不是敌手，而是你自己，你脆弱的心是你最可怕的敌人。而在你的生活中，有一个人需要你的支持、鼓励和理解，有一个人是你最可信赖的人，这个人是谁呢，又是你自己。
你有没有想过，在生活中，人们最先注意的是自己，还是别人?“当然是自己。”你毫无疑义地说。你说得很对，拿到一张集体照，每个人的目光首当其冲不就是落在自己身上吗。可是人们经常会发生不认识自己的现象：“我怎么会做出这种事，说出这种话，简直不可思议。”有些人在碰到意外打击不能自拔时，会一下失去自我。“我心已碎，我已心灰意冷，我依然怕黑，无人给我安慰，我到底是谁啊?是恶魔?是天使?”着名画家保罗。高更曾画过一幅震动世界的经典作品：“我是谁?我从哪里来?我到哪里去?”表达了一些现代人对自我的迷惑和茫然。因此在科学技术迅速发展的今天，很多人对自己的认识和了解仍然像幼儿园里的孩子，不会去开发自己身上的个性特长。也不知道自己的人格缺陷在哪里?由此产生的种.种人间悲剧也就屡见不鲜。不管是历史写照，还是文学作品，悲剧人物都可以从个性失衡，失去自我中寻找到缘由。如果没有镜子，不去河边、并且照照，人类可能永远不会知道自己的模样。同样，人不去自观自己，内视自己，不去认认真真坐下来想一想，要是难以了解自己那变化莫测的思维、情绪和自我表现。当你在失败和挫折中，自己看不上自己，自己和自己赌气，摔东西、骂人、捶打脑袋、无休止地长吁短叹时，你有没有想过，这并没有解脱你的失败，减轻挫折。你有没有想过：是谁在阻挠你取得成功呢?这个人正是你自己。世界上最可怕的不是敌手，而是你自己。如果为自己长得不好看而发愁，那你只会越来越丑;老是怀疑自己学习能不能搞上去，你只能忍受失败的煎熬。和美女去比，你的五官永远是有缺陷的。但每个人都以自己独立的个体而存在，你只能以自己的方式去唱歌。你有你的特长，你有睿智的头脑，善解人意的情怀，发挥自己的长处，施展自己的才华，你那双小眼睛就会被看作是智慧的象征。
有人写过这样一本书：《生生世世为矮人》。只有在“自卑”中寻找突破口，才有可能改变自我。你可能知道“白天鹅”的故事。当一只天鹅掠过长空，那洁白的羽毛，端庄的体态使人们赞叹不已。可是，在丹麦童话作家安徒生的笔下，这只美丽的天鹅，原先却是一只“丑小鸭”。当它刚刚破壳而出的时候，生得很瘦小，那些自以为是的鸭子根本瞧不起它。它默默地、日复一日地坚持训练自己，最后终于在一个早晨振翼飞向蓝天。从古至今功名显赫的名人激起多少人的羡慕，钦佩，当这些人站在人们面前时，使人感到浑身上下都有一种人格魅力，可他们并非都是丰功伟绩的幸运儿。翻开他们每个人的经历，几乎都有过“丑小鸭”的坎坷经历。他们善于把自己的缺陷当作人格完善大厦的铺垫，从而铸就了不屈奋斗的个性。
美国参议员艾摩。汤姆斯16岁时，长得很高，但很瘦弱，别的小男孩都喊他“瘦竹竿”，他每一天、每一小时都在为自己那高瘦虚弱的身材发愁。后来的一次演讲比赛，使他发生了大的转机。在母亲的鼓励下，他花了很多功夫进行演讲准备，他把讲稿全部背出来，然后对着牛羊和树木练了不下100遍，终于得了第一名。听众向他欢呼，讥笑他的那些男孩羡慕不已。从此他的信心增加了万千倍，逐步走向成功的大门。他在回忆往事时说：“想当初，当我穿着父亲的旧衣服，以及那双几乎要脱落的大鞋子时，那种烦人啊，常常败在自己的手下!
面对着镜子里面的人，你不妨问问：他(她)是谁?请不要偷笑我此话太傻，俗话说：一个人最大的敌人莫过于自己。要战胜这个最大的敌人首先要认识自我，了解自我。但，究竟有多少人想过你了解自我有几分。当你为了风度而故作潇洒，为了成熟而故作深沉，为了迎合他人而人云亦云，你是否暗地里想过，我了解自己吗?当你为自己力所能及的事徒劳奔忙时，你是否记得那句话：不是你的，就别再勉强。我们固然渴望潇洒的外表，和谐的人际关系;顽强的毅力，进取的精神我们也不能少。但我们不能因盲目地追求而失去自我;不必因没有闭月羞花之貌而自惭形愧。找到自我，重要的不在于虚有其表，而在于丰富的内涵，在于自自然然如行云流水般的一言一行。
寻找自我，树立自我，相信自我。迷茫时不必祈求神灵，忧愁时不必寄情于深邃的夜空，最好的依靠自我。应当确信，上帝就是我!“从来就没有什么救世主”认识自我，客观的评价自我，才能找准自己的位置。只有认识到真正的自我，才能放飞希望的奔马，冲出浩瀚的大海，去寻找属于自己的那片天空;去创造辉煌，奏响人生最美的乐章。
I was one of the only kids in college who had a reason to go to the bo_ at the end of the day, and that was mainly because my mother has never believed in email, in Facebook, in te_ting or cell phones in And so while other kids were BBM-ing their parents, I was literally waiting by the mailbo_ to get a letter from home to see how the weekend had gone, which was a little frustrating when Grandma was in the hospital, but I was just looking for some sort of scribble, some unkempt cursive from my
And so when I moved to New York City after college and got completely sucker-punched in the face by depression, I did the only thing I could think of at the I wrote those same kinds of letters that my mother had written me for strangers, and tucked them all throughout the city, dozens and dozens of I left them everywhere, in cafes and in libraries, at the , I blogged about those letters and the days when they were necessary, and I posed a kind of crazy promise to the Internet: that if you asked me for a hand-written letter, I would write you one, no questions Overnight, my inbo_ morphed into this harbor of heartbreak -- a single mother in Sacramento, a girl being bullied in rural Kansas, all asking me, a 22-year-old girl who barely even knew her own coffee order, to write them a love letter and give them a reason to wait by the
Well, today I fuel a global organization that is fueled by those trips to the mailbo_, fueled by the ways in which we can harness social media like never before to write and mail strangers letters when they need them most, but most of all, fueled by crates of mail like this one, my trusty mail crate, filled with the scriptings of ordinary people, strangers writing letters to other strangers not because they're ever going to meet and laugh over a cup of coffee, but because they have found one another by way of
But, you know, the thing that always gets me about these letters is that most of them have been written by people that have never known themselves loved on a piece of They could not tell you about the ink of their own love They're the ones from my generation, the ones of us that have grown up into a world where everything is paperless, and where some of our best conversations have happened upon a We have learned to diary our pain onto Facebook, and we speak swiftly in 140 characters or
But what if it's not about efficiency this time? I was on the subway yesterday with this mail crate, which is a conversation starter, let me tell If you ever need one, just carry one of (Laughter) And a man just stared at me, and he was like, "Well, why don't you use the Internet?" And I thought, "Well, sir, I am not a strategist, nor am I I am merely a " And so I could tell you about a woman whose husband has just come home from Afghanistan, and she is having a hard time unearthing this thing called conversation, and so she tucks love letters throughout the house as a way to say, "Come back to Find me when you " Or a girl who decides that she is going to leave love letters around her campus in Dubuque, Iowa, only to find her efforts ripple-effected the ne_t day when she walks out onto the quad and finds love letters hanging from the trees, tucked in the bushes and the Or the man who decides that he is going to take his life, uses Facebook as a way to say goodbye to friends and Well, tonight he sleeps safely with a stack of letters just like this one tucked beneath his pillow, scripted by strangers who were there for him
These are the kinds of stories that convinced me that letter-writing will never again need to flip back her hair and talk about efficiency, because she is an art form now, all the parts of her, the signing, the scripting, the mailing, the doodles in the The mere fact that somebody would even just sit down, pull out a piece of paper and think about someone the whole way through, with an intention that is so much harder to unearth when the browser is up and the iPhone is pinging and we've got si_ conversations rolling in at once, that is an art form that does not fall down to the Goliath of "get faster," no matter how many social networks we might We still clutch close these letters to our chest, to the words that speak louder than loud, when we turn pages into palettes to say the things that we have needed to say, the words that we have needed to write, to sisters and brothers and even to strangers, for far too Thank (Applause) (Applause)
I can't even notice that the men's hands are still raised, and the women's hands are still raised, how good are we as managers of our companies and our organizations at seeing that the men are reaching for opportunitiesmore than women?" We've got to get women to sit at the table.Message number two: Make your partner a real partner. I've become convinced that we've made more progress in the workforce than we have in the home. The data shows this very clearly. If a woman and a man work full-time and have a child, the woman does twice the amount of housework the man does, and the woman does three times the amount of childcare the man does. So she's got three jobs or two jobs, and he's got one. Who do you think drops out when someone needs to be home more? The causes of this are really complicated, and I don't have time to go into them. And I don't think Sunday football-watching and general laziness is the cause.
The problem is that — let's say she got pregnant that day, that day — nine months of pregnancy, three months of maternity leave, six months to catch your breath — Fast-forward two years, more often — and as I've seen it — women start thinking about this way earlier — when they get engaged, or married, when they start thinking about having a child, which can take a long time. One woman came to see me about this. She looked a little young. And I said, "So are you and your husband thinking about having a baby?" And she said, "Oh no, I'm not married." She didn't even have a boyfriend.
When I was nine years old I went off to summer camp for the first time. And my mother packed me a suitcase full of books, which to me seemed like a perfectly natural thing to do. Because in my family, reading was the primary group activity. And this might sound antisocial to you, but for us it was really just a different way of being social. You have the animal warmth of your family sitting right next to you, but you are also free to go roaming around the adventureland inside your own mind. And I had this idea that camp was going to be just like this, but better. (Laughter) I had a vision of 10 girls sitting in a cabin cozily reading books in their matching nightgowns.
当我九岁的时候 我第一次去参加夏令营 我妈妈帮我整理好了我的行李箱 里面塞满了书 这对于我来说是一件极为自然的事情 因为在我的家庭里 阅读是主要的家庭活动 听上去你们可能觉得我们是不爱交际的 但是对于我的家庭来说这真的只是接触社会的另一种途径 你们有自己家庭接触时的温暖亲情 家人静坐在你身边 但是你也可以自由地漫游 在你思维深处的冒险乐园里我有一个想法 野营会变得像这样子，当然要更好些 (笑声) 我想象到十个女孩坐在一个小屋里 都穿着合身的女式睡衣惬意地享受着读书的过程
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Camp was more like a keg party without any alcohol. And on the very first day our counselor gathered us all together and she taught us a cheer that she said we would be doing every day for the rest of the summer to instill camp spirit. And it went like this: "R-O-W-D-I-E, that's the way we spell rowdie. Rowdie, rowdie, let's get rowdie." Yeah. So I couldn't figure out for the life of me why we were supposed to be so rowdy, or why we had to spell this word incorrectly. (Laughter) But I recited a cheer. I recited a cheer along with everybody else. I did my best. And I just waited for the time that I could go off and read my books.
野营这时更像是一个不提供酒水的派对聚会 在第一天的时候呢 我们的顾问把我们都集合在一起 并且她教会了我们一种今后要用到的庆祝方式 在余下夏令营的每一天中 让“露营精神”浸润我们 之后它就像这样继续着 R-O-W-D-I-E 这是我们拼写“吵闹"的口号 我们唱着“噪音，喧闹，我们要变得吵一点” 对，就是这样 可我就是弄不明白我的生活会是什么样的 为什么我们变得这么吵闹粗暴 或者为什么我们非要把这个单词错误地拼写 (笑声) 但是我可没有忘记庆祝。我与每个人都互相欢呼庆祝了 我尽了我最大的努力 我只是想等待那一刻 我可以离开吵闹的聚会去捧起我挚爱的书
But the first time that I took my book out of my suitcase, the coolest girl in the bunk came up to me and she asked me, "Why are you being so mellow?" -- mellow, of course, being the exact opposite of R-O-W-D-I-E. And then the second time I tried it, the counselor came up to me with a concerned expression on her face and she repeated the point about camp spirit and said we should all work very hard to be outgoing.
但是当我第一次把书从行李箱中拿出来的时候 床铺中最酷的那个女孩向我走了过来 并且她问我：“为什么你要这么安静?” 安静，当然，是R-O-W-D-I-E的反义词 “喧闹”的反义词 而当我第二次拿书的时候 我们的顾问满脸忧虑的向我走了过来 接着她重复了关于“露营精神”的要点并且说我们都应当努力 去变得外向些
And so I put my books away, back in their suitcase, and I put them under my bed, and there they stayed for the rest of the summer. And I felt kind of guilty about this. I felt as if the books needed me somehow, and they were calling out to me and I was forsaking them.But I did forsake them and I didn't open that suitcase again until I was back home with my family at the end of the summer.
于是我放好我的书 放回了属于它们的行李箱中 并且我把它们放到了床底下 在那里它们度过了暑假余下的每一天 我对这样做感到很愧疚 不知为什么我感觉这些书是需要我的 它们在呼唤我，但是我却放弃了它们 我确实放下了它们，并且我再也没有打开那个箱子 直到我和我的家人一起回到家中 在夏末的时候
Now, I tell you this story about summer camp. I could have told you 50 others just like it --all the times that I got the message that somehow my quiet and introverted style of beingwas not necessarily the right way to go, that I should be trying to pass as more of an extrovert. And I always sensed deep down that this was wrong and that introverts were pretty excellent just as they were. But for years I denied this intuition, and so I became a Wall Street lawyer, of all things, instead of the writer that I had always longed to be -- partly because I needed to prove to myself that I could be bold and assertive too. And I was always going off to crowded bars when I really would have preferred to just have a nice dinner with friends. And I made these self-negating choices so reflexively, that I wasn't even aware that I was making them.
现在，我向你们讲述这个夏令营的故事 我完全可以给你们讲出其他50种版本就像这个一样的故事-- 每当我感觉到这样的时候 它告诉我出于某种原因，我的宁静和内向的风格 并不是正确道路上的必需品 我应该更多地尝试一个外向者的角色 而在我内心深处感觉得到，这是错误的内向的人们都是非常优秀的，确实是这样 但是许多年来我都否认了这种直觉 于是我首先成为了华尔街的一名律师 而不是我长久以来想要成为的一名作家 一部分原因是因为我想要证明自己 也可以变得勇敢而坚定 并且我总是去那些拥挤的酒吧 当我只是想要和朋友们吃一顿愉快的晚餐时 我做出了这些自我否认的抉择 如条件反射一般 甚至我都不清楚我做出了这些决定
放学回家，我把比大秤砣还重的书包放在沙发上，就开始写作业，刚写了五六个字，肚子就叫得比喇叭都要响。于是我就跑到厨房里，向妈妈讨口饭吃。忽然想起了老师留的三句话，就赶紧对妈妈说了。
我说了第一句：“妈妈，您辛苦了!”刚说完，妈妈就回敬我一句：“你缺心眼呀，没看见我正在做菜吗?”看来这句话不好使，我再来说第二句话。于是我又说：“妈妈，您歇会儿吧!”可妈妈又说：“你是不是喝了迷魂汤了，没看见我正在忙着呢吗?我歇了，你吃什么，难道你还能吃草呀?”看来这句话还不行，我还得把第三句话给用上，我就对妈妈说：“那妈妈，我来帮您吧!”“你可得了吧，你做的菜比臭豆腐还难吃，赶快去写作业吧!”
唉，说了这么多，妈妈连个笑脸都没有，反而被浇了一盆凉水，要不是老师留了这三句话的作业，我才不讨这没趣呢。妈妈肯定是忙坏了，才对我的关心漠然处之。妈妈的话也真够打击人的了，这样的话以后还要不要再说呢?不知道。
这使我想起了聋青蛙的故事。那个故事发生在一个大土坑里。两只青蛙掉进了深坑，怎么也跳不出来，其它的青蛙都劝它们，不要费力气了，出不来的。其中一只倒地死去，可另一只青蛙是聋子，以为它们在鼓励它，就一直跳，最后它终于跳了出来。
这让我知道了语言的力量是多么神奇!不要吝啬你的赞美之辞，感激之情，把它说出来，这个世界会更美丽。
拥抱他人，拥抱自己
embracing when i first heard this theme, i thought, well, embracing otherness is embracing and the journey to that place of understanding and acceptance has been an interesting one for me, and it's given me an insight into the whole notion of self, which i think is worth sharing with you
拥抱他类。当我第一次听说这个主题时，我心想，拥抱他类不就是拥抱自己吗。我个人懂得理解和接受他类的经历很有趣，让我对于“自己”这个词也有了新的认识，我想今天在这里和你们分享下我的心得体会。
we each have a self, but i don't think that we're born with you know how newborn babies believe they're part of everything; they're not separate? well that fundamental sense of oneness is lost on us very it's like that initial stage is over -- oneness: infancy, unformed, it's no longer valid or what is real is separateness, and at some point in early babyhood, the idea of self starts to our little portion of oneness is given a name, is told all kinds of things about itself, and these details, opinions and ideas become facts, which go towards building ourselves, our and that self becomes the vehicle for navigating our social but the self is a projection based on other people's is it who we really are? or who we really want to be, or should be?
我们每个人都有个自我，但并不是生来就如此的。你知道新生的宝宝们觉得他们是任何东西的一部分，而不是分裂的个体。这种本源上的“天人合一”感在我们出生后很快就不见了，就好像我们人生的第一个篇章--和谐统一：婴儿，未成形，原始--结束了。它们似幻似影，而现实的世界是孤独彼此分离的。而在孩童期的某段时间，我们开始形成自我这个观点。宇宙中的小小个体有了自己的名字，有了自己的过去等等各种信息。这些关于自己的细节，看法和观点慢慢变成事实，成为我们身份的一部分。而那个自我，也变成我们人生路上前行的导航仪。然后，这个所谓的自我，是他人自我的映射，还是我们真实的自己呢?我们究竟想成为什么样，应该成为什么样的呢?
so this whole interaction with self and identity was a very difficult one for me growing the self that i attempted to take out into the world was rejected over and over and my panic at not having a self that fit, and the confusion that came from my self being rejected, created an_iety, shame and hopelessness, which kind of defined me for a long but in retrospect, the destruction of my self was so repetitive that i started to see a the self changed, got affected, broken, destroyed, but another one would evolve -- sometimes stronger, sometimes hateful, sometimes not wanting to be there at the self was not and how many times would my self have to die before i realized that it was never alive in the first place?
这个和自我打交道，寻找自己身份的过程在我的成长记忆中一点都不容易。我想成为的那些“自我”不断被否定再否定，而我害怕自己无法融入周遭的环境，因被否定而引起的困惑让我变得更加忧虑，感到羞耻和无望，在很长一段时间就是我存在状态。然而回头看，对自我的解构是那么频繁，以至于我发现了这样一种规律。自我是变化的，受他人影响，分裂或被打败，而另一个自我会产生，这个自我可能更坚强，可能更可憎，有时你也不想变成那样。所谓自我不是固定不变的。而我需要经历多少次自我的破碎重生才会明白其实自我从来没有存在过?
i grew up on the coast of england in the ' my dad is white from cornwall, and my mom is black from even the idea of us as a family was challenging to most but nature had its wicked way, and brown babies were but from about the age of five, i was aware that i didn't i was the black atheist kid in the all-white catholic school run by i was an anomaly, and my self was rooting around for definition and trying to plug because the self likes to fit, to see itself replicated, to that confirms its e_istence and its and it is it has an e_tremely important without it, we literally can't interface with we can't hatch plans and climb that stairway of popularity, of but my skin color wasn't my hair wasn't my history wasn't my self became defined by otherness, which meant that, in that social world, i didn't really and i was "other" before being anything else -- even before being a i was a noticeable
我在70年代英格兰海边长大，我的父亲是康沃尔的白人，母亲是津巴布韦的黑人。而想象我和父母是一家人对于其他人来说总是不太自然。自然有它自己的魔术，棕色皮肤的宝宝诞生了。但 从我五岁开始，我就有种感觉我不是这个群体的。我是一个全白人天主教会学校里面黑皮肤无神论小孩。我与他人是不同的，而那个热衷于归属的自我却到处寻找方式寻找归属感。这种认同感让自我感受到存在感和重要性，因此十分重要。这点是如此重要，如果没有自我，我们根本无法与他人沟通。没有它，我们无所适从，无法获取成功或变得受人欢迎。但我的肤色不对，我的头发不对，我的过去不对，我的一切都是另类定义的，在这个社会里，我其实并不真实存在。我首先是个异类，其次才是个女孩。我是可见却毫无意义的人。
another world was opening up around this time: performance and that nagging dread of self-hood didn't e_ist when i was i'd literally lose and i was a really good i would put all my emotional e_pression into my i could be in the movement in a way that i wasn't able to be in my real life, in
这时候，另一个世界向我敞开了大门：舞蹈表演。那种关于自我的唠叨恐惧在舞蹈时消失了，我放开四肢，也成为了一位不错的舞者。我将所有的情绪都融入到舞蹈的动作中去，我可以在舞蹈中与自己相溶，尽管在现实生活中却无法做到。
and at 16, i stumbled across another opportunity, and i earned my first acting role in a i can hardly find the words to describe the peace i felt when i was my dysfunctional self could actually plug in to another self, not my own, and it felt so it was the first time that i e_isted inside a fully-functioning self -- one that i controlled, that i steered, that i gave life but the shooting day would end, and i'd return to my gnarly, awkward
16岁的时候，我遇到了另一个机会，第一部参演的电影。我无法用语言来表达在演戏的时候我所感受到的平和，我无处着落的自我可以与那个角色融为一体，而不是我自己。那感觉真棒。这是第一次我感觉到我拥有一个自我，我可以驾驭，令其富有盛名的自我。然而当拍摄结束，我又会回到自己粗糙不明，笨拙的自我。
by 19, i was a fully-fledged movie actor, but still searching for i applied to read anthropology at phyllis lee gave me my interview, and she asked me, "how would you define race?" well, i thought i had the answer to that one, and i said, "skin " "so biology, genetics?" she "because, thandie, that's not because there's actually more genetic difference between a black kenyan and a black ugandan than there is between a black kenyan and, say, a white because we all stem from so in africa, there's been more time to create genetic " in other words, race has no basis in biological or scientific on the one hand, right? on the other hand, my definition of self just lost a huge chunk of its but what was credible, what is biological and scientific fact, is that we all stem from africa -- in fact, from a woman called mitochondrial eve who lived 160,000 years and race is an illegitimate concept which our selves have created based on fear and
19岁的时候，我已经是富有经验的专业电影演员，而我还是在寻找自我的定义。我申请了大学的人类学专业。phyllis lee博士面试了我，她问我：“你怎么定义种族?”我觉得我很了解这个话题，我说：“肤色。”“那么生物上来说呢，例如遗传基因?”她说，“thandie 肤色并不全面，其实一个肯尼亚黑人和乌干达黑人之间基因差异比一个肯尼亚黑人和挪威白人之间差异要更多。因为我们都是从非洲来的，所以在非洲，基因变异演化的时间是最久的。”换句话说，种族在生物学或任何科学上都没有事实根据。另一方面，我对于自我的定义瞬时失去了一大片基础。 但那就是生物学事实，我们都是非洲后裔，一位在160 0__年前的伟大女性mitochondrial eve的后人。而种族这个无效的概念是我们基于恐惧和无知自己捏造出来的。
strangely, these revelations didn't cure my low self-esteem, that feeling of my desire to disappear was still very i had a degree from cambridge; i had a thriving career, but my self was a car crash, and i wound up with bulimia and on a therapist's and of course i i still believed my self was all i i still valued self-worth above all other worth, and what was there to suggest otherwise? we've created entire value systems and a physical reality to support the worth of look at the industry for self-image and the jobs it creates, the revenue it turns we'd be right in assuming that the self is an actual living but it's it's a projection which our clever brains create in order to cheat ourselves from the reality of
奇怪的是，这个发现并没有治好我的自卑，那种被排挤的感觉。我还是那么强烈地想要离开消失。我从剑桥拿到了学位，我有份充满发展的工作，然而我的自我还是一团糟，我得了催吐病不得不接受治疗师的帮助。我还是相信自我是我的全部。我还是坚信“自我”的价值甚过一切。而且我们身处的世界就是如此，我们的整个价值系统和现实环境都是在服务“自我”的价值。看看不同行业里面对于自我的塑造，看看它们创造的那些工作，产出的那些利润。我们甚至必须相信自我是真实存在的。但它们不是，自我不过是我们聪明的脑袋假想出来骗自己不去思考死亡这个话题的幌子。
but there is something that can give the self ultimate and infinite connection -- and that thing is oneness, our the self's struggle for authenticity and definition will never end unless it's connected to its creator -- to you and to and that can happen with awareness -- awareness of the reality of oneness and the projection of for a start, we can think about all the times when we do lose it happens when i dance, when i'm i'm earthed in my essence, and my self is in those moments, i'm connected to everything -- the ground, the air, the sounds, the energy from the all my senses are alert and alive in much the same way as an infant might feel -- that feeling of
但其实我们的终极自我其实是我们的本源，合一。挣扎自我是否真实，究竟是什么永远没有终结，除非它和赋予它意义的创造者合一，就是你和我。而这点当我们意识到现实是你中有我，我中有你，和谐统一，而自我是种假象时就会体会到了。我们可以想想，什么时候我们是身心统一的，例如说我跳舞，表演的时候，我和我的本源连结，而我的自我被抛在一边。那时，我和身边的一切--空气，大地，声音，观众的反馈都连结在一起。我的知觉是敏锐和鲜活的，就像初生的婴儿那样，合一。
and when i'm acting a role, i inhabit another self, and i give it life for awhile, because when the self is suspended so is divisiveness and and i've played everything from a vengeful ghost in the time of slavery to secretary of state in and no matter how other these selves might be, they're all related in and i honestly believe the key to my success as an actor and my progress as a person has been the very lack of self that used to make me feel so an_ious and i always wondered why i could feel others' pain so deeply, why i could recognize the somebody in the it's because i didn't have a self to get in the i thought i lacked substance, and the fact that i could feel others' meant that i had nothing of myself to the thing that was a source of shame was actually a source of
当我在演戏的时候，我让另一个自我住在我体内，我代表它行动。当我的自我被抛开，紧随的分歧和主观判断也消失了。我曾经扮演过奴隶时代的复仇鬼魂，也扮演过__年的国务卿。不管他们这些自我是怎样的，他们都在那时与我相连。而我也深信作为演员，我的成功，或是作为个体，我的成长都是源于我缺乏“自我”，那种缺乏曾经让我非常忧虑和不安。我总是不明白为什么我会那么深地感受到他人的痛苦，为什么我可以从不知名的人身上看出他人的印痕。是因为我没有所谓的自我来左右我感受的信息吧。我以为我缺少些什么，我以为我对他人的理解是因为我缺乏自我。那个曾经是我深感羞耻的东西其实是种启示。
and when i realized and really understood that my self is a projection and that it has a function, a funny thing i stopped giving it so much i give it its i take it to i've become very familiar with its dysfunctional but i'm not ashamed of my in fact, i respect my self and its and over time and with practice, i've tried to live more and more from my and if you can do that, incredible things
当我真的理解我的自我不过是种映射，是种工具，一件奇怪的事情发生了。我不再让它过多控制我的生活。我学习管理它，像把它带去看医生一样，我很熟悉那些因自我而失调的举动。我不因自我而羞耻，事实上，我很尊敬我的自我和它的功能。而随着时间过去，我的技术也更加熟练，我可以更多的和我的本源共存。如果你愿意尝试，不可以思议的事情也会发生在你身上。
i was in congo in february, dancing and celebrating with women who've survived the destruction of their selves in literally unthinkable ways -- destroyed because other brutalized, psychopathic selves all over that beautiful land are fueling our selves' addiction to ipods, pads, and bling, which further disconnect ourselves from ever feeling their pain, their suffering, their because, hey, if we're all living in ourselves and mistaking it for life, then we're devaluing and desensitizing and in that disconnected state, yeah, we can build factory farms with no windows, destroy marine life and use rape as a weapon of so here's a note to self: the cracks have started to show in our constructed world, and oceans will continue to surge through the cracks, and oil and blood, rivers of
今年二月，我在刚果和一群女性一起跳舞和庆祝，她们都是经历过各种无法想象事情“自我”遍体鳞伤的人们，那些备受摧残，心理变态的自我充斥在这片美丽的土地，而我们仍痴迷地追逐着ipod，pad等各种闪亮的东西，将我们与他们的痛苦，死亡隔得更远。如果我们各自生活在自我中，并无以为这就是生活，那么我们是在贬低和远离生命的意义。在这种脱节的状态中，我们是可以建设没有窗户的工厂，破坏海洋生态，将__作为战争的工具。为我们的自我做个解释：这是看似完善的世界里的裂痕，海洋，河流，石油和鲜血正不断地从缝中涌出。
crucially, we haven't been figuring out how to live in oneness with the earth and every other living we've just been insanely trying to figure out how to live with each other -- billions of each only we're not living with each other; our crazy selves are living with each other and perpetuating an epidemic of
关键的是，我们还没有明白如何和自然以及其他所有生物和谐地共处。我们只是疯狂地想和其他人沟通，几十亿其他人。只有当我们不在和世界合一的时候，我们疯狂的自我却互相怜惜，并永远继续这场相互隔绝的疫症。
let's live with each other and take it a breath at a if we can get under that heavy self, light a torch of awareness, and find our essence, our connection to the infinite and every other living we knew it from the day we were let's not be freaked out by our bountiful it's more a reality than the ones our selves have imagine what kind of e_istence we can have if we honor inevitable death of self, appreciate the privilege of life and marvel at what comes simple awareness is where it
让我们共生共荣，并不要太过激进着急。试着放下沉重的自我，点亮知觉的火把，寻找我们的本源，我们与万事万物之间的联系。我们初生时就懂得这个道理的。不要被我们内心丰富的空白吓到，这比我们虚构的自我要真实。想象如果你能接受自我并不存在，你想要如何生活，感恩生命的可贵和未来的惊奇。简单的觉醒就是开始。
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