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[1] Down through the ages, a traditional form has evolved for this type of speech, which is: Some old fart, his best years behind him, who, over the course of his life, has made a series of dreadful mistakes (that would be me), gives heartfelt advice to a group of shining, energetic young people, with all of their best years ahead of them (that would be you).
- old fart 老头子（fart是屁的意思，这是一种自嘲的说法）
- dreadful 可怕的、极其的
- energetic 精力充沛的
[2] And I intend to respect that tradition.
[3] Now, one useful thing you can do with an old person, in addition to borrowing money from them, or asking them to do one of their old-time “dances,” so you can watch, while laughing, is ask: “Looking back, what do you regret?” And they’ll tell you. Sometimes, as you know, they’ll tell you even if you haven’t asked. Sometimes, even when you’ve specifically requested they not tell you, they’ll tell you.
- regret 懊悔，后悔
[4] So: What do I regret? Being poor from time to time? Not really. Working terrible jobs, like “knuckle-puller in a slaughterhouse?” (And don’t even ASK what that entails.) No. I don’t regret that. Skinny-dipping in a river in Sumatra, a little buzzed, and looking up and seeing like 300 monkeys sitting on a pipeline, pooping down into the river, the river in which I was swimming, with my mouth open, naked? And getting deathly ill afterwards, and staying sick for the next seven months? Not so much. Do I regret the occasional humiliation? Like once, playing hockey in front of a big crowd, including this girl I really liked, I somehow managed, while falling and emitting this weird whooping noise, to score on my own goalie, while also sending my stick flying into the crowd, nearly hitting that girl? No. I don’t even regret that.
- knuckle-puller in a slaughterhouse 屠宰场负责拔猪蹄的人（别问了）
- skinny-dipping 裸泳
- Sumatra 苏门答腊岛
- buzzed 在这里是指有喝了酒或用了其他毒品后的那种临时的愉悦感
- pipeline 管道
- poop 拉屎
- humiliation 耻辱、羞辱
- emitting 发出
- goalie 守门员
[5] But here’s something I do regret:
[6] In seventh grade, this new kid joined our class. In the interest of confidentiality, her Convocation Speech name will be “ELLEN.” ELLEN was small, shy. She wore these blue cat’s-eye glasses that, at the time, only old ladies wore. When nervous, which was pretty much always, she had a habit of taking a strand of hair into her mouth and chewing on it.
- confidentiality 机密性（为了保护她的隐私）
- Convocation Speech 毕业典礼演讲
- strand 缕
- chew 咀嚼、咬
[7] So she came to our school and our neighborhood, and was mostly ignored, occasionally teased (“Your hair taste good?” — that sort of thing). I could see this hurt her. I still remember the way she’d look after such an insult: eyes cast down, a little gut-kicked, as if, having just been reminded of her place in things, she was trying, as much as possible, to disappear. After awhile she’d drift away, hair-strand still in her mouth. At home, I imagined, after school, her mother would say, you know: “How was your day, sweetie?” and she’d say, “Oh, fine.” And her mother would say, “Making any friends?” and she’d go, “Sure, lots.”
- teased 打趣、嘲弄
- insult 侮辱
- cast 投射
[8] Sometimes I’d see her hanging around alone in her front yard, as if afraid to leave it.
- hang around 等待、闲荡
[9] And then — they moved. That was it. No tragedy, no big final hazing.
- hazing 捉弄
[10] One day she was there, next day she wasn’t.
[11] End of story.
[13] Now, why do I regret that? Why, forty-two years later, am I still thinking about it? Relative to most of the other kids, I was actually pretty nice to her. I never said an unkind word to her. In fact, I sometimes even (mildly) defended her.
[14] But still. It bothers me.
[15] So here’s something I know to be true, although it’s a little corny, and I don’t quite know what to do with it:
- corny 老掉牙的
[16] What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.
[17] Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering, and I responded . . . sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.
- sensibly 明智地
- reservedly 矜持地、有保留地
- mildly 温和地
[18] Or, to look at it from the other end of the telescope: Who, in your life, do you remember most fondly, with the most undeniable feelings of warmth?
- undeniable 无可否认的
[19] Those who were kindest to you, I bet.
[20] It’s a little facile, maybe, and certainly hard to implement, but I’d say, as a goal in life, you could do worse than: Try to be kinder.
- facile 轻率的、肤浅的
- implement 实施、实践、执行
[21] Now, the million-dollar question: What’s our problem? Why aren’t we kinder?
[22] Here’s what I think:
[23] Each of us is born with a series of built-in confusions that are probably somehow Darwinian. These are: (1) we’re central to the universe (that is, our personal story is the main and most interesting story, the only story, really); (2) we’re separate from the universe (there’s US and then, out there, all that other junk – dogs and swing-sets, and the State of Nebraska and low-hanging clouds and, you know, other people), and (3) we’re permanent (death is real, o.k., sure – for you, but not for me).
- Darwinian 达尔文的、进化论的
- junk 垃圾、破烂货、胡说八道
- swing-sets 秋千
[24] Now, we don’t really believe these things – intellectually we know better – but we believe them viscerally, and live by them, and they cause us to prioritize our own needs over the needs of others, even though what we really want, in our hearts, is to be less selfish, more aware of what’s actually happening in the present moment, more open, and more loving.
- intellectually 理智的
- viscerally 出资内心的（内脏）
- prioritize 优先考虑
- selfish 自私的
[25] So, the second million-dollar question: How might we DO this? How might we become more loving, more open, less selfish, more present, less delusional, etc., etc?
- delusional 骗自己的
[26] Well, yes, good question.
[27] Unfortunately, I only have three minutes left.
[28] So let me just say this. There are ways. You already know that because, in your life, there have been High Kindness periods and Low Kindness periods, and you know what inclined you toward the former and away from the latter. Education is good; immersing ourselves in a work of art: good; prayer is good; meditation’s good; a frank talk with a dear friend; establishing ourselves in some kind of spiritual tradition — recognizing that there have been countless really smart people before us who have asked these same questions and left behind answers for us.
- inclined 有愿望的、有倾向的
- former 前者
- latter 后者
- immersing 浸泡、专心于
- frank 坦率的
[29] Because kindness, it turns out, is hard — it starts out all rainbows and puppy dogs, and expands to include . . . well, everything.
[30] One thing in our favor: some of this “becoming kinder” happens naturally, with age. It might be a simple matter of attrition: as we get older, we come to see how useless it is to be selfish — how illogical, really. We come to love other people and are thereby counter-instructed in our own centrality. We get our butts kicked by real life, and people come to our defense, and help us, and we learn that we’re not separate, and don’t want to be. We see people near and dear to us dropping away, and are gradually convinced that maybe we too will drop away (someday, a long time from now). Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving. I think this is true. The great Syracuse poet, Hayden Carruth, said, in a poem written near the end of his life, that he was “mostly Love, now.”
- attrition 消耗、磨损
- illogical 乖戾的、不合理的、不合逻辑的
- counter-instructed 被教相反的内容
- dropping away 在这里指死亡
- Hayden Carruth
[31] And so, a prediction, and my heartfelt wish for you: as you get older, your self will diminish and you will grow in love. YOU will gradually be replaced by LOVE. If you have kids, that will be a huge moment in your process of self-diminishment. You really won’t care what happens to YOU, as long as they benefit. That’s one reason your parents are so proud and happy today. One of their fondest dreams has come true: you have accomplished something difficult and tangible that has enlarged you as a person and will make your life better, from here on in, forever.
- diminish 减少、削弱
- fondest 最深请的、最热切的
- tangible 可触摸的、明显的、有形的
[32] Congratulations, by the way.
[33] When young, we’re anxious — understandably — to find out if we’ve got what it takes. Can we succeed? Can we build a viable life for ourselves? But you — in particular you, of this generation — may have noticed a certain cyclical quality to ambition. You do well in high-school, in hopes of getting into a good college, so you can do well in the good college, in the hopes of getting a good job, so you can do well in the good job so you can . . .
- viable 可行的、有望成功的
- cyclical 循环的
- ambition 志向、野心
[34] And this is actually O.K. If we’re going to become kinder, that process has to include taking ourselves seriously — as doers, as accomplishers, as dreamers. We have to do that, to be our best selves.
[35] Still, accomplishment is unreliable. “Succeeding,” whatever that might mean to you, is hard, and the need to do so constantly renews itself (success is like a mountain that keeps growing ahead of you as you hike it), and there’s the very real danger that “succeeding” will take up your whole life, while the big questions go untended.
- untended 无人照看的
[36] So, quick, end-of-speech advice: Since, according to me, your life is going to be a gradual process of becoming kinder and more loving: Hurry up. Speed it along. Start right now. There’s a confusion in each of us, a sickness, really: selfishness. But there’s also a cure. So be a good and proactive and even somewhat desperate patient on your own behalf — seek out the most efficacious anti-selfishness medicines, energetically, for the rest of your life.
- proactive 积极主动的
- desperate 极渴望的
- efficacious 有效的
[37] Do all the other things, the ambitious things — travel, get rich, get famous, innovate, lead, fall in love, make and lose fortunes, swim naked in wild jungle rivers (after first having it tested for monkey poop) – but as you do, to the extent that you can, err in the direction of kindness. Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial. That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality — your soul, if you will — is as bright and shining as any that has ever been. Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Teresa’s. Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place. Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly.
- trivial 不重要的、微不足道的
- luminous 发光的、鲜亮的
- tirelessly 不知疲倦的
[38] And someday, in 80 years, when you’re 100, and I’m 134, and we’re both so kind and loving we’re nearly unbearable, drop me a line, let me know how your life has been. I hope you will say: It has been so wonderful.
-unbearable 难以忍受的、无法忍受的
[39] Congratulations, Class of 2013.
[40] I wish you great happiness, all the luck in the world, and a beautiful summer.
词汇总结
- old fart 老头子（fart是屁的意思，这是一种自嘲的说法）
- dreadful 可怕的、极其的
- energetic 精力充沛的
- regret 懊悔，后悔
- knuckle-puller in a slaughterhouse 屠宰场负责拔猪蹄的人（别问了）
- skinny-dipping 裸泳
- Sumatra 苏门答腊岛
- buzzed 在这里是指有喝了酒或用了其他毒品后的那种临时的愉悦感
- pipeline 管道
- poop 拉屎
- humiliation 耻辱、羞辱
- emitting 发出
- goalie 守门员
- confidentiality 机密性（为了保护她的隐私）
- Convocation Speech 毕业典礼演讲
- strand 缕
- chew 咀嚼、咬
- teased 打趣、嘲弄
- insult 侮辱
- cast 投射
- hang around 等待、闲荡
- hazing 捉弄
- corny 老掉牙的
- sensibly 明智地
- reservedly 矜持地、有保留地
- mildly 温和地
- undeniable 无可否认的
- facile 轻率的、肤浅的
- implement 实施、实践、执行
- Darwinian 达尔文的、进化论的
- junk 垃圾、破烂货、胡说八道
- swing-sets 秋千
- intellectually 理智的
- viscerally 出资内心的（内脏）
- prioritize 优先考虑
- selfish 自私的
- delusional 骗自己的
- inclined 有愿望的、有倾向的
- former 前者
- latter 后者
- immersing 浸泡、专心于
- frank 坦率的
- attrition 消耗、磨损
- illogical 乖戾的、不合理的、不合逻辑的
- counter-instructed 被教相反的内容
- dropping away 在这里指死亡
- Hayden Carruth
- diminish 减少、削弱
- fondest 最深请的、最热切的
- tangible 可触摸的、明显的、有形的
- viable 可行的、有望成功的
- cyclical 循环的
- ambition 志向、野心
- untended 无人照看的
- proactive 积极主动的
- desperate 极渴望的
- efficacious 有效的
- trivial 不重要的、微不足道的
- luminous 发光的、鲜亮的
- tirelessly 不知疲倦的
- unbearable 难以忍受的、无法忍受的
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[1] Down through the ages, a traditional form has evolved for this type of speech, which is: Some old fart, his best years behind him, who, over the course of his life, has made a series of dreadful mistakes (that would be me), gives heartfelt advice to a group of shining, energetic young people, with all of their best years ahead of them (that would be you).
[2] And I intend to respect that tradition.
[3] Now, one useful thing you can do with an old person, in addition to borrowing money from them, or asking them to do one of their old-time “dances,” so you can watch, while laughing, is ask: “Looking back, what do you regret?” And they’ll tell you. Sometimes, as you know, they’ll tell you even if you haven’t asked. Sometimes, even when you’ve specifically requested they not tell you, they’ll tell you.
[4] So: What do I regret? Being poor from time to time? Not really. Working terrible jobs, like “knuckle-puller in a slaughterhouse?” (And don’t even ASK what that entails.) No. I don’t regret that. Skinny-dipping in a river in Sumatra, a little buzzed, and looking up and seeing like 300 monkeys sitting on a pipeline, pooping down into the river, the river in which I was swimming, with my mouth open, naked? And getting deathly ill afterwards, and staying sick for the next seven months? Not so much. Do I regret the occasional humiliation? Like once, playing hockey in front of a big crowd, including this girl I really liked, I somehow managed, while falling and emitting this weird whooping noise, to score on my own goalie, while also sending my stick flying into the crowd, nearly hitting that girl? No. I don’t even regret that.
[5] But here’s something I do regret:
[6] In seventh grade, this new kid joined our class. In the interest of confidentiality, her Convocation Speech name will be “ELLEN.” ELLEN was small, shy. She wore these blue cat’s-eye glasses that, at the time, only old ladies wore. When nervous, which was pretty much always, she had a habit of taking a strand of hair into her mouth and chewing on it.
[7] So she came to our school and our neighborhood, and was mostly ignored, occasionally teased (“Your hair taste good?” — that sort of thing). I could see this hurt her. I still remember the way she’d look after such an insult: eyes cast down, a little gut-kicked, as if, having just been reminded of her place in things, she was trying, as much as possible, to disappear. After awhile she’d drift away, hair-strand still in her mouth. At home, I imagined, after school, her mother would say, you know: “How was your day, sweetie?” and she’d say, “Oh, fine.” And her mother would say, “Making any friends?” and she’d go, “Sure, lots.”
[8] Sometimes I’d see her hanging around alone in her front yard, as if afraid to leave it.
[9] And then — they moved. That was it. No tragedy, no big final hazing.
[10] One day she was there, next day she wasn’t.
[11] End of story.
[13] Now, why do I regret that? Why, forty-two years later, am I still thinking about it? Relative to most of the other kids, I was actually pretty nice to her. I never said an unkind word to her. In fact, I sometimes even (mildly) defended her.
[14] But still. It bothers me.
[15] So here’s something I know to be true, although it’s a little corny, and I don’t quite know what to do with it:
[16] What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.
[17] Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering, and I responded . . . sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.
[18] Or, to look at it from the other end of the telescope: Who, in your life, do you remember most fondly, with the most undeniable feelings of warmth?
[19] Those who were kindest to you, I bet.
[20] It’s a little facile, maybe, and certainly hard to implement, but I’d say, as a goal in life, you could do worse than: Try to be kinder.
[21] Now, the million-dollar question: What’s our problem? Why aren’t we kinder?
[22] Here’s what I think:
[23] Each of us is born with a series of built-in confusions that are probably somehow Darwinian. These are: (1) we’re central to the universe (that is, our personal story is the main and most interesting story, the only story, really); (2) we’re separate from the universe (there’s US and then, out there, all that other junk – dogs and swing-sets, and the State of Nebraska and low-hanging clouds and, you know, other people), and (3) we’re permanent (death is real, o.k., sure – for you, but not for me).
[24] Now, we don’t really believe these things – intellectually we know better – but we believe them viscerally, and live by them, and they cause us to prioritize our own needs over the needs of others, even though what we really want, in our hearts, is to be less selfish, more aware of what’s actually happening in the present moment, more open, and more loving.
[25] So, the second million-dollar question: How might we DO this? How might we become more loving, more open, less selfish, more present, less delusional, etc., etc?
[26] Well, yes, good question.
[27] Unfortunately, I only have three minutes left.
[28] So let me just say this. There are ways. You already know that because, in your life, there have been High Kindness periods and Low Kindness periods, and you know what inclined you toward the former and away from the latter. Education is good; immersing ourselves in a work of art: good; prayer is good; meditation’s good; a frank talk with a dear friend; establishing ourselves in some kind of spiritual tradition — recognizing that there have been countless really smart people before us who have asked these same questions and left behind answers for us.
[29] Because kindness, it turns out, is hard — it starts out all rainbows and puppy dogs, and expands to include . . . well, everything.
[30] One thing in our favor: some of this “becoming kinder” happens naturally, with age. It might be a simple matter of attrition: as we get older, we come to see how useless it is to be selfish — how illogical, really. We come to love other people and are thereby counter-instructed in our own centrality. We get our butts kicked by real life, and people come to our defense, and help us, and we learn that we’re not separate, and don’t want to be. We see people near and dear to us dropping away, and are gradually convinced that maybe we too will drop away (someday, a long time from now). Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving. I think this is true. The great Syracuse poet, Hayden Carruth, said, in a poem written near the end of his life, that he was “mostly Love, now.”
[31] And so, a prediction, and my heartfelt wish for you: as you get older, your self will diminish and you will grow in love. YOU will gradually be replaced by LOVE. If you have kids, that will be a huge moment in your process of self-diminishment. You really won’t care what happens to YOU, as long as they benefit. That’s one reason your parents are so proud and happy today. One of their fondest dreams has come true: you have accomplished something difficult and tangible that has enlarged you as a person and will make your life better, from here on in, forever.
[32] Congratulations, by the way.
[33] When young, we’re anxious — understandably — to find out if we’ve got what it takes. Can we succeed? Can we build a viable life for ourselves? But you — in particular you, of this generation — may have noticed a certain cyclical quality to ambition. You do well in high-school, in hopes of getting into a good college, so you can do well in the good college, in the hopes of getting a good job, so you can do well in the good job so you can . . .
[34] And this is actually O.K. If we’re going to become kinder, that process has to include taking ourselves seriously — as doers, as accomplishers, as dreamers. We have to do that, to be our best selves.
[35] Still, accomplishment is unreliable. “Succeeding,” whatever that might mean to you, is hard, and the need to do so constantly renews itself (success is like a mountain that keeps growing ahead of you as you hike it), and there’s the very real danger that “succeeding” will take up your whole life, while the big questions go untended.
[36] So, quick, end-of-speech advice: Since, according to me, your life is going to be a gradual process of becoming kinder and more loving: Hurry up. Speed it along. Start right now. There’s a confusion in each of us, a sickness, really: selfishness. But there’s also a cure. So be a good and proactive and even somewhat desperate patient on your own behalf — seek out the most efficacious anti-selfishness medicines, energetically, for the rest of your life.
[37] Do all the other things, the ambitious things — travel, get rich, get famous, innovate, lead, fall in love, make and lose fortunes, swim naked in wild jungle rivers (after first having it tested for monkey poop) – but as you do, to the extent that you can, err in the direction of kindness. Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial. That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality — your soul, if you will — is as bright and shining as any that has ever been. Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Teresa’s. Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place. Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly.
[38] And someday, in 80 years, when you’re 100, and I’m 134, and we’re both so kind and loving we’re nearly unbearable, drop me a line, let me know how your life has been. I hope you will say: It has been so wonderful.
[39] Congratulations, Class of 2013.
[40] I wish you great happiness, all the luck in the world, and a beautiful summer.