请帮忙提供一篇关于人生态度的英语文章

请帮忙提供一篇关于人生态度的英语文章
请帮忙提供一篇关于人生态度的英语文章

请帮忙提供一篇关于人生态度的英语文章
人生态度这篇可以参考,后面有中文对照：）~~

Life is never just being. It is a becoming, a relentless flow. Our parents live on through us, and we will live on through our children. The institutions we build endure, and we will endure through them. The beauty we fashion cannot be dimmed by death. Our flesh may perish, our hands will wither, but that which they create in beauty and goodness and truth lives on for all time to come.
Don’t spend and waste your lives accumulating objects that will only turn to dust and ashes. Pursue not so much the material as the ideal, for ideals alone invest life with meaning and are of enduring worth.
Add love to a house and you have a home. Add righteousness to a city and you have a community. Add truth to a pile of red bricks and you have a school. Add religion to the humblest of edifices and you have a sanctuary. Add justice, to the far-flung round of human endeavors and you have civilization. Put them all together, exalt them above their present imperfections, add to them the vision of humankind redeemed, forever free of need and strife and you have a future lighted with the radiant colors of hope.
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生命不仅仅是存在.它是一个逐渐变化发展的过程,它无情地流逝着.我们的父母通过我们而延续生命,而我们则通过我们的子女去延续它.我们建立的制度、习俗会延续下去,而我们也会通过它们而延续.我们创造的美丽不会因死亡而变得暗淡.我们的肉体可能会消亡,我们的双手将干枯,但是人们用美丽、善良和正直所创造的一切将永葆生机.
不要消耗并浪费你的生命去积累那些只会化作尘土与灰烬的东西.不要过分地追求物质,而是应将理想作为目标,因为只有理想才赋予生命以意义并具有经久不衰的价值.
将爱赋予一座房子,你便会拥有一个家.将正义赋予一座城市,你将赢得全城的居民.将真理赋予那一堆红砖,你便拥有一所学校.给最简陋的大厦添加宗教信仰,你便拥有一所教堂.将公正赋予久远而漫长的整个人类事业,你会拥有文明.把他们视为一个整体,改善他们目前尚不完善的方面,为其添加人类改过自新的憧憬,使其永远地摆脱贫困和争斗的煎熬,你会拥有一个被炫丽希望点亮的未来.

选了三个故事.第一个是Walt Disney跟一个小男孩的对话.他用四给字来概括人生的意义:思考,坚信,梦想,无畏.第二个是印度一个古鲁(宗教领袖)跟一个想羞辱他的人说,真正爱过的人才配知道人生的真谛.第三个是讲美国一个有名摇滚乐队主吉它手Jack Browst突然离开了他如日中天的事业,回到大自然...他认为那才是最有意义的人生.
希望你喜欢.
1.The Little Boy ...

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选了三个故事.第一个是Walt Disney跟一个小男孩的对话.他用四给字来概括人生的意义:思考,坚信,梦想,无畏.第二个是印度一个古鲁(宗教领袖)跟一个想羞辱他的人说,真正爱过的人才配知道人生的真谛.第三个是讲美国一个有名摇滚乐队主吉它手Jack Browst突然离开了他如日中天的事业,回到大自然...他认为那才是最有意义的人生.
希望你喜欢.
1.The Little Boy Asks the Meaning of Life
By: Author Unknown
An eight-year-old boy approached an old man in front of a wishing well, looked up into his eyes, and asked:
"I understand you're a very wise man. I'd like to know the secret of life."
The old man looked down at the youngster and replied:
"I've thought a lot in my lifetime, and the secret can be summed up in four words. The first is think. Think about the values you wish to live your life by. The second is believe. Believe in yourself based on the thinking you've done about the values you're going to live your life by. The third is dream. Dream about the things that can be, based on your belief in yourself and the values you're going to live by. The last is dare. Dare to make your dreams become reality, based on your belief in yourself and your values."
And with that, Walter E. Disney said to the little boy, "Think, Believe, Dream, and Dare."
2.
THE MEANING OF LIFE
August 1, 2005

Some years ago, in India, there was a famous Guru giving a talk to thousands of people. In the crowd were holy men, presidents, film stars, musicians and many, many others. Apparently when this man talked, his voice was kind of 'hypnotic' and people became entranced by his words.
When he had finished speaking, the Guru asked if there were any further questions. There was a silence as people absorbed what they had just heard ntil a man stood up. He was a business type, a western, skeptical man and half-laughing he said to the Guru, "Alright then, if you know everything, what's the meaning of life?"
The man was trying to embarrass the Guru, to kind of belittle him. But, the Guru answered, "I'll answer your question, but first let me tell you something about yourself."
Now the man was the one that everyone was looking at and became uncomfortable.
"You have never been in love, have you?? Real, deep, true Love??"
"No", replied the man, now slightly embarrassed himself, "No, I haven't."
"Because..." said the Guru, "...a person who asks the question that you asked me, about the 'meaning of life', is really only telling you something about themselves. They have missed out on, or not experienced卨ove. Basically, a person who knew real Love, from their own direct, personal experience, would never even be able to ask the question, 'What is the meaning of life' because they would already know."

3.The Meaning of Life

It all happened as if in a dream. The flashing lights, the cheering fans, the humid air. A bead of sweat rolled down Jack's cheek, dripping onto the already wet stage floor. His fingers flashed across the frets of the guitar, a blur to the human eye. Then, with a final strike to the strings, the last song came to its finale. This night's repertoire was over.
Laying the guitar on its stand, Jack left the stage. He would allow the technicians to clean and pick up the equipment. For now, he was content to escape from the platform on which he was idolized. He could barely stand the two excruciating hours he was required to play every second night. No need to prolong his agony.
In the beginning of his rock career, things had been alright. Jack had never actually wanted to be a rock star. He enjoyed a casual get together with friends every now and then to play for fun. Somehow, his friends had convinced him to play guitar in their band. Apparently, Jack was so incredible that they ‘couldn't' do without him. Of course, he was extremely gifted when it came to guitar, and he didn't want to let his friends down, so even though he didn't really want to join this band, he smiled and acquiesced.
Over time, the band grew more popular, until one day they were offered a record deal. Jack wanted to refuse, but the band would only be given the deal if they all joined. So once again he watched from the sidelines as other people decided his future. After all, he couldn't very well let his friends down. So with great reluctance, Jack signed the contract; the sentence to his imprisonment.
Four years had passed since that painful mistake, and every one of the one-thousand four-hundred sixty-one days Jack had grown more miserable. He was plagued by regret, but there was no going back on the agreement, so Jack did his best to pull through.
Now, this very night, the contract expired. There would be no more quiet compliance. Jack was ready to leap from the sidelines and grab the reins of his life. He would not let this chance to escape slip free.
Jordon, the lead singer of the band, brought out a six pack of beer and placed it on the small table in the back. He tossed a can to each member of the band, including Jack.
"This is a toast," he smiled and raised the can, "to the success of the past four years, and to the adventure of the next four!"
Jordon opened the can and gulped down its contents within seconds. The other members followed his example. All of them, that is, except Jack.
Jack stood there glaring at the can with a raging intensity. To drink this substance would be to celebrate his anguish. He couldn't do it.
"Aren't you going to drink up Jack?" asked Jordon, a questioning look pasted across his defined features.
It was now or never. Jack took a deep breath and looked Jordon in the eye.
"I'm sorry guys, but tonight was my last night. I'm out."
At first they peered at him dumbly, with an air of confusion, as if they couldn't piece together what he had just said. But soon, Jordon appearance of confusion changed into one of anger, and he exploded.
"What the hell do you mean, ‘you're out'!?!"
"I'm leaving the band." Jack wanted to say more, but his heart seemed to be stuck in his throat, cutting off any means by which he could produce sound.
"So then what in God's name do you plan on doing now!?!" Jordon cried menacingly.
"I... I want to live in the woods. I want to sleep on a matted bed of leaves. I want to inhale the fresh air, scented with pine. I want to be free."
"You want to live in a forest!?! What type of ludicrous dream is that!?!"
"You wanted to be a rock star, and you dare to call my dream ludicrous!?!" Jack shot back, his own anger starting to flare for the first time in years.
Jordon's features took on a red hue as his fury grew. He was practically fuming.
"We can't lose you Jack! We need you!" Jordon shrieked, "What would we do without you!?!"
"Find another guitarist. I don't think it will be that difficult given your popularity." Jack paused a moment, "You've lived your dream Jordon; now let me live mine."
Jordon now realized that he had lost the war, and after all the battles he had won. He wasn't used to Jack fighting back. Yet he gave one last feeble attempt at an attack, for the sake of making Jack feel bad.
"You're being very selfish Jack!"
"Well Jordon, selfishness by definition is being ‘concerned mainly with oneself', so I suppose you could say I'm selfish. But is an interest in my own needs and desires so scandalous that you consider it a negative attribute? If so Jordon, you are far worse than I could ever be. I was just a tool that you used for your own advancement. I never used anyone. So yes, maybe I am selfish, but I do not completely ignore the interest of others as you do. I do not control people, and hurt them in the process, simply to better myself. That, Jordon, is what makes my selfishness noble, and yours perverse."
No one spoke. Not even as Jack exited the room. They sat in watch as he walked out into the murky darkness of the night.
Walking down the derelict street, Jack heard the far off hoot of an owl. His lips formed a wide smile, and his eyes twinkled with delight. It was the sweetest music he'd heard in over four years.
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