有时候
我会觉得
城市上空的云。
像是一群
正在打盹的鲸鱼。
SometimesI feel that the clouds over the cityare like a podof dozing whales.
它们缓慢地。
游过楼宇。
在柏油路上。
拖拽出一片巨大的、无声阴影。
They swim slowlypast the buildings,dragging across the asphalta vast, soundless shadow,
替我们挡住了一部分。
刺眼的现实。
shielding us from partof a glaring reality.
人在白天。
总是要被迫嵌进各种各样的模具里。
去严丝合缝地咬合。
去不动声色地权衡。
By day, a personis always pressed into one mold or another,to fit without a seam,to weigh things without showing a thing.
“我们太习惯去。
去扮演一个有用的人。
以至于常常忘了。
自己原本。
只是一个鲜活的生命。”
“We are so used toplaying someone usefulthat we often forgetwe were only ever,to begin with, a living thing.”
当你会被一种巨大的空白击中。
像是一台一直轰鸣的精密机器。
突然。
被拔掉了电源。
When you are struck by a vast blankness,like a precise machine that has roared all daysuddenlyunplugged from the wall,
不要慌张
don’t panic.
那只是
一个灵魂想要彻底静止的瞬间。
That is onlya soul’s moment of wanting to be completely still.
这种时候。
我总喜欢
去想一些。
很远、很安静的事物。
At times like thisI liketo think of thingsvery far away and very quiet.
比如。
赤道无风带的海水。
正平静得。像一面巨大的镜子。
Likethe sea in the equatorial calms,lying as still as a great mirror.
比如。
深埋在冰川底下的。
那一点热土。
它不说话。
只是默默地
暖着一棵树的根。
Likethat bit of warm earthburied deep beneath a glacier.It says nothing.It only, silently,keeps a tree’s roots warm.
“它们知道。
春天不需要寻找。
它是宇宙早已设定好的必然。”
“They knowspring needs no searching for.It is something the universe settled long ago.”
如果你还在与生活博弈。
请明白。
你只是在光阴的折痕里。
经历了一场。
自然地沉降。
If you are still wrestling with life,understand this:in the creases of timeyou are only going througha natural settling.
宇宙的包容度。
其实大得惊人。
The universe’s capacity to holdis astonishingly large.
它允许风。偶尔吹偏方向。
允许花。在错误的季节开放。
It lets the wind blow off course now and then,lets flowers open in the wrong season,
也允许你在今晚。
彻底卸下那层名为“体面”的外骨骼。
做一个安静。
且无用的存在。
and lets you, tonight,take off that exoskeleton called “keeping up appearances”and be a quiet,useless existence.
所以。
不要着急去缝补自己。
Sodon’t hurry to mend yourself.
去允许自己是一片暂时不落地的叶子。
是一条停止游动的鱼。
或者一段。
没有意义的停顿。
Let yourself be a leaf that hasn’t landed yet,a fish that has stopped swimming,or a pausethat means nothing.
窗外。
那颗跋涉了数万年的星光。
没有错过任何一次轨道的偏移。
Outside the window,starlight that has traveled for tens of thousands of yearshas not missed a single shift in its orbit.
在此刻。
它刚刚好。
落在了你桌边的水杯里。
And right nowit has landed just soin the glass of water by your desk.
它没有惊动任何事物。
只是静静地。
映照着极其日常的、有你的人间。
It disturbs nothing.It only, quietly,reflects this most ordinary world with you in it.
你看。
这静谧而庞大的世界。
从未催促过任何人。
Look:this vast and silent worldhas never rushed anyone.
它只是把四季铺好。
将昼夜转动。
然后退居到万物身后。
It simply lays out the seasons,turns the days and nights,and then steps back behind all things,
将一整个世界的从容。
悄无声息地。
折叠进你此刻的。呼吸里。
folding the ease of an entire world,without a sound,into the breath you are taking now.
不必追赶。
也无需慌张。
No need to chase.No need to panic.
“万物自有其序。
而你。
亦在其中。”
“All things have their own order.And youare among them.”