Yihui Xie

虽千万人吾往矣

谢益辉 / 2006-03-18


回答一个我那会儿没回答的问题:我只知道前一句的来源,至于后一句,只是我偶尔遇到的,不知出处。

“自反而不缩,虽褐宽博,吾不惴焉?自反而缩,虽千万人,吾往矣。”—— 《孟子·公孙丑上》。

“道之所在,虽千万人吾往矣;义之所当,千金散尽不后悔;情之所钟,世俗礼法如粪土;兴之所在,与君痛饮三百杯!”(出处不明)

这世上,有太多的豪言壮语,可是真正的勇气不是靠豪言壮语喊出来的。我这种离经叛道的人,对于豪言壮语,是不会去关心的。那我关心什么呢?

你为生存做些什么,我不关心

〔英〕 达纳·左哈 伊恩·马歇尔

你为生存做些什么,我不关心;
我想知道,你的渴求,你是否敢于梦想,
那内心的渴望。
你的年龄有多大,我不关心;
我想知道,为了爱,为了梦,为了生机勃勃的奇遇,
你是否愿意像傻瓜一样冒险。
我不关心,是什么行星使你的月亮位于方照,
我想知道,你是否已触及自己悲哀的中心,
是否因生活的种种背叛而心胸开阔,
抑或因为害怕更多的痛苦而变得消沉和封闭!
我想知道,你是否能面对痛苦——我的或者你自己的,
用不着去掩饰,使其消退或使其凝固。
我想知道,你是否能安享快乐——我的或者你自己的,
你是否能充满野性地舞蹈,让狂喜注满你的指尖和足尖,
而不告诫我们要小心 、要现实、要记住人的存在的局限。
我并不关心你告诉我的故事是否真实,
我想知道,你是否能为了真实地对待自己而不怕别人失望,
你是否能承受背叛的指责而不出卖自己的灵魂。
我想知道,你是否能忠心耿耿从而值得信赖;
我想知道,你是否能保持精神饱满的状态,
—即使每天的生活并不舒心,
你是否能从上帝的存在中寻求自己生命的来源。
我想知道,你能否身处颓境,却依然站立在湖边对着银色的月光喊一声“真美”!
我并不关心你在哪里生活或者你拥有多少金钱,
我想知道,在一个悲伤、绝望、厌烦、受到严重伤害的夜晚之后,
你能否重新站起,为孩子们做一些需要的事情。
我并不关心你是谁,你是如何来到这里,
我想知道,你是否会同我一起站在火焰的中心,毫不退缩。
我并不关心你在哪里受到教育、你学了什么或者你同谁一起学习,
我想知道,当一切都背弃了你时,是什么在内心支撑着你。
我想知道,你是否能孤独地面对你自己,
在空寂的时候,你是否真正喜欢你结交的朋友。

The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

— by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
copyright © 1999 by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.