你不需要这个体制吗

没有热血,没有激情,只剩死寂,万念俱灰.
It knows no bloodlust,o heated passion,it knows only death,the death of
all hope.

I seldom watch any thrillers. This one is an exception. I took this
exception for Nicole. My all times goddess.
I would classify this as trash if it weren’t for the ending, when Nicole
turned out to be the dead one, together with her both kids. When this
has been revealed, everything prior in the movie seems logical and
impeccable.
When the story begins, all the maids left without a word. Why? Because
the hostess and her kids were dead! Then here came the three maids, who
were also dead and have been there probably for a long time (just when
Nicole and the kids were alive, they couldn’t see each other). The three
maids were trying to tell Nicole the truth about her death, however, the
neurotic mother couldn’t accept the truth that she killed her kids with
a pillow. She kept them repeating God and Bible, why? Because she wanted
redemption.She made a mistake, and she needed rescue. When she stepped
out of the house, the fog came down and she couldn’t make it further.
She met her husband, yet he felt confused, and sad, why? Because he know
if he could see her, she would be dead by then too. The children’t deep
breathes, and their pale faces. When the old man told the story about
his sister in law who mystically heals her rheumatism I should have
known that it’s because she died. When people die, their illness
disappears. So when the children are exposed under the sunlight, I have
a feeling that they might be dead already. Sadly, I was right.
In the end, when they successfully ruled the others out, the sun came
out. The sun shines for the living, but never for the dead. I felt sorry
for Nicole and the kids, but to my relief, they still are a family after
death.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the
finest universities in the world. Truth be told, I never graduated from
college. And this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college
graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s
it. No big deal. Just three stories. 

不去?我不需要他吗?我不需要这个体制吗?
No ? Don’t I need him ? Don’t I need this whole system .
你呢?你也不需要?或者只比我少?
What about you ? Then you need it either ? O need it even less ?
你的做法不也像陪他们上床?
But you get in bed with them too?
 
就算你有才华或理念,他们还是可以毁了你.
Because they can destroy do too, despite your talent and your faith.
因为他们能决定我们演什么,谁来导演,谁又负责导戏.
Because they decide what we play, who is to act , and who can direct.

The first story is about connecting the dots. I dropped out of Reed
College after the first 6 months. But then stayed around as a drop-in
for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed
college graduate student. And she decided to put me up for adoption. She
felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so
everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his
wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that
they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list,
got a call in the middle of the night asking, “We have an unexpected
baby boy, do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother
found out later that my mother had never graduated from college and that
my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the
final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my
parents promised that I would go to college. This was the start in my
life.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college
that was almost as expensive as Stanford. And all of my working-class
parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six
months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to
do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it
out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their
entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work
out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of
the best decisions I ever made.

The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that
didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looking far
more interesting. It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so
I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms. I returned coke bottles for the
five-cent deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across
town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna
temple.

I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity
and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one
example. Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy
instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every
label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had
dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes. I decided to
take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif
and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between
different letter combinations about what makes great typography great.
It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science
can’t capture, and I found it fascinating. None of this had even a hope
of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we
were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And
we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with
beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in
college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or
proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its
likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped
out I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and
personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they
do. 

Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I
was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years
later. Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward, you can only
connect them looking backwards.
So you have to trust that the dots
will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something,
your gut, destiny, life karma, whatever
. Because believing that the
dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow
your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path, and that will
make all the difference.

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