赵丽颖被绑挠脚心视频:我们的时间都有终点

"如果我们迷失自我的生活在这个世界上，我们会失去一切"  --一行禅师

（一行禅师（Thich Nhat Hanh）是越南旅法僧侣，也是诗人与和平倡导者，1969年曾获诺贝尔和平奖提名。）

I heard this story recently while listening to a favorite radio show of mine. It was about this homeless man who was detailing some of his experience with homelessness.

最近从《我秀》，一个自己喜欢的广播节目，里听到了这则故事。讲的是一个无家的人讲述自己无家的生活。

He told stories of sleeping outside in the rain and waiting for hours to get into an overcrowded shelter. He even told a story about another homeless man, who could speak no English, who told him about how he had spent a sleepless night in a trash compactor because he felt safer and was drier than sleeping out on the street.

他谈到自己雨中露宿街头，以及为了睡在能避雨的地方而等数个小时，等避雨的人散去。他还讲到另一个无家可归的人，这人不会说英语，但却对他讲过他是怎么在垃圾粉碎机里度过无眠的夜晚，因为他觉得那里更安全，而且不会像雨中的大街那样到处都是水。

He didn’t get much sleep however, because all night he kept worrying that someone might press “the button.”

其实晚上睡得并不好，因为总是担心有人会”按门铃“。

The single story he told that stood out in my mind, however, was the story of the time he was offered the job of house-sitting for a friend.  As you could imagine, the thought of existing somewhere safely, of being sheltered from the weather, of being able to relax on a couch and watch TV was overwhelming for him.

他讲的最为印象深刻的就是一个朋友给他一份看家工作的故事。正如我们所能想象的，一个安全的居所，遮风挡雨，在沙发上看报纸，看电视，这对于他来说就是奢侈。

He was excited like a child might be excited before being told that his parents had decided to go out and buy him a brand new bicycle.

那时的他很兴奋，就像一个小孩从父母那里收到自己期望已久的全新自行车一样兴奋。

There was no doubt that he was thrilled about all these things, and he certainly had a right to be. With all that he was about to experience, however, the thing that he looked forward to the most was sleeping. 

不要怀疑这个工作带给他的兴奋劲，他绝对有权利去期待。然而，面对这些，他最想做的事情却只是睡觉。

Really? Sleeping? I wondered, how could he be excited about sleeping when he had a house all to himself?

不是吧？睡觉？我很纳闷，整个房子都是他的时候，他怎么会只想到睡一个好觉？

The thing is, sleeping in a warm bed, to most of us, is something we take for granted. Something we don’t ever think about. But, as this man detailed, sleeping is tough when you’re homeless.

对于我们来说，睡在一个舒适温暖的床上是一件多么稀松平常的事情。有些事我们甚至都不会考虑。但是，当你无家可归时候，要想睡上一个美好的觉是多么艰难啊。

You don’t get much sleep when the cold and wet are invading every inch of your body. Most of the time, when you do sleep, you sleep with one eye open for fear of having something stolen, or being attacked.

当寒冷和潮湿浸透你身体的每一寸肌肤时又怎能睡好。大部分睡觉时，都是一只眼睁着，提防被偷或者被袭击，而闭着另一只眼。

So when he first fell like a rough heavy stone into the softness of his friend’s bed that first night, all he could do was lay there looking at the dark quiet ceiling and feel grateful. Then he said something that was special to me. Something that resonated inside me like the assertive crisp ring of a bell. 

所以第一晚，当他第一次把沉重的身躯扔在舒适的床上时，他只是躺着，盯着黑暗中安静的天花板，心里感觉美极了。然后他说了句让我深省的话。敲响了我内心中那段共鸣的铃音。

He said the first night was the best. When asked why, he said because he knew he had 16 nights more to go. That every night after, he knew was one less he would be able to enjoy that safe, secure, warm bed.

他说第一晚感觉最好。他解释说，因为他知道还有16天能这样子。随后的每一天，他都知道每过一天，这样的日子就少一天。

Now this story could easily be about gratefulness, about a collective sigh of relief from those of us who know we have a warm bed to go home to tonight. It could also be a call for compassion for those who have less than we do.

我们可以把这则故事当成是对我们所拥有一切心存感激的教诲。又或者能够引起我们对那些生活还不如我们的人的怜悯。

But it’s more than that for me. For me, it’s about those 16 days—a reminder of the time we all have that is limited.  

但这则故事对我来说却意味深长。那16天，我们都拥有的有限时间。

The limited number of days we have to sleep in a warm bed. The fleeting time we have with our families, our spouses. The finite number of times we can smell that beautiful smell in the air as the leaves begin to fall and quietly blanket the ground in autumn.

我们能在一张温暖的床上睡觉的有限时间。那些我们同家人，同自己的另一半所共度的时光。那些在秋天我们能嗅到落叶香味，看着它们逐渐覆盖大地的时光，这一切显得都那么可数。

The few opportunities I have to see the look on my 5 year old daughter’s face when she tells me she loves me. The all too few opportunities I have to feel a hug and a kiss from my wife.

那些望着五岁女儿脸听着她说她爱我的机会，似乎都可数。从心爱妻子那里的得到一个拥抱一个吻，似乎都可数。

I think of myself over the years, and even now, rushing through days in my job as a software designer in a sort of fog. Thinking about nothing but getting through the next project, the next work week, so I could enjoy the time on the weekend.

这些年我一直在思考，在程序员的工作中迷失的过着每一天。脑袋里只会想着怎样完成下一个项目，怎样度过下一个工作日，从而能享受周日的美好生活呢。

The stuff I was “getting through” were the flagstones and foundations of my very self.  The very things that make up my life. I was smashing through them without respect like a plow through a soft field.

那些我”度过“的只是自己生活的一部分。那些组成我生活的事情。原来我只是在对生命毫无敬意的虚度，就像一个从一片松软地耕过的犁一样。

All these things that make up our lives will neither last, nor repeat forever. To capture them and hold on to them is impossible. To even try to is unwise. The only way to honor them fully then, is to be mindful of each experience we have while it’s happening.  Even if that experience is as seemingly mundane as sleeping in a warm soft bed.

生活中的所有一切都不会存在太久，有些甚至错过了，就不再会有。想抓住它们或者拖住它们是不可能的。不用去试。唯一我们能做的就是在它发生的时候用心去对待去尊重它。纵然也许只是能睡在一张温暖而舒适的床这样一件小事。