2024 1119 64女士：豐收 Harvest
2024 1119 64女士：豐收 Harvest
辛苦了，64女士 ~
宇宙送給妳的祝福是【豐收 Harvest】。
過去不得不逼自己強大，強悍的妳，現在是採收過去辛勤努力勞動成果的時候。
妳的付出，有人看見，有人視而不見，但不管如何，都不會被抹煞消失，那些辛苦的過程，點點滴滴都深刻在妳自己的心裡頭。
妳分享，妳付出，享受的人給予的回應只有當下簡單的謝謝兩個字，感覺像是妳的給予和疼惜是理所當然，所以受傷的妳對於這樣的回應，難過與傷心常在心中翻攪個不停。
妳自問，錯了嗎？給，錯了嗎？
給，和付出，是何等高貴的行為，何況給的對象不是妳的家人，而是妳的親人。
只是，多情的人總是傻，卻又那麼地自以為是。
將對情感的需求建構在這樣有點歪扭的架構下，當對方沒能同等回應情感時，就覺被利用，被辜負，好受傷，好難過，好傷心。
付出，是妳當時心甘情願的，不是嗎？
給予，是妳當時心思所盼的，不是嗎？
他們，沒討，沒要，沒求，一切都是妳的主動。
是把愛想得太過功利了。
是心中匱乏到竟然要利用給予的恩，換來日常的愛。
是的，我確實是這樣認為的。
當我們聊到這裡時，我也審視著我自己，我是否也捲進這樣的漩渦中而不自知，而感到傷心，難過？
跟妳聊天，原本是妳感到苦悶想找人說說話，沒想到，跟妳對話觸動到我的心裡，甚至讓我自己反思著一些情況。
當然與妳聊天的結尾，我給予妳祝福和鼓勵，沒讓妳知道的是，那些話我也是在寫給自己的。
謝謝自己。辛苦了。
妳的付出，妳的給予是美麗的，當下的歡喜與喜樂，就是最好的回應和回饋。
若心意，帶著算計，這不是心意，這是企圖，是謀取。
當初的給予就是那樣的單純，唯有這樣純粹的美好，值得放在我們的心裡。
善與好的流動，有時回到身邊的，不是以具體的形式回來，也不是曾享有妳的疼愛的人的回應，有時，老天會派不同的人來到妳身邊，也許是偶然的驚喜，也許是化險為夷的安康，也許是平安與健康。
妳所曾付出的，老天都會讓那樣的善回到妳身邊。
老天，必不虧待每個真心誠意的。
而妳和我，其實，都一直享受著豐收而不自知。
願你我都能更懂得明白且接收到善與美的回應。
November 19, 2024
Ms. 64: Harvest
Dear Ms. 64,
You’ve worked hard, and the universe is sending you its blessing: Harvest.
In the past, you were forced to become strong, even tough. Now, it’s time for you to reap the rewards of your tireless efforts.
Your contributions may have been noticed by some and overlooked by others, but
no matter what, they cannot be erased. Every moment of your hard work is etched
deeply in your heart.
You give, you share, and the only response you often receive is a simple “thank you.” It feels as though your care and generosity are taken for granted. This lack of appreciation stirs a constant wave of sadness and hurt within you.
You ask yourself, “Was it wrong to give? Was it wrong to care?”
To give, to contribute, is such a noble act, especially when it’s not directed toward your immediate family but your loved ones. Yet, those who are deeply emotional can sometimes be naïve and overly self-assured. When we build our emotional expectations on fragile foundations, the absence of reciprocation leaves us feeling used, betrayed, deeply hurt, and heartbroken.
But
wasn’t your giving voluntary at the time?
Wasn’t your offering driven by heartfelt intent?
They didn’t demand, ask, or beg—it was all your initiative.
Perhaps
you’ve turned love into something transactional.
Perhaps the void in your heart led you to use giving as a way to secure love.
Yes, that’s exactly what I believe.
As we discuss this, I reflect on myself: Have I also unknowingly fallen into
this whirlpool of emotions, feeling hurt and sorrowful?
Talking
with you began as your need to vent, to find someone to talk to. But during our
conversation, your words touched my heart and even made me reflect on my own
situations.
At the end of our talk, I gave you my blessings and encouragement. What I
didn’t tell you is that those words were also meant for myself.
Thank
you, dear self. You’ve worked hard.
Your giving and generosity are beautiful. The joy and happiness of the moment
are the best forms of feedback and gratitude.
If our intentions are laced with calculation, they cease to be intentions—they
become schemes and strategies.
The purity of your original offering was what made it beautiful. Only such pure
beauty deserves a place in our hearts.
The flow of goodness doesn’t always return in obvious forms. Sometimes, it doesn’t come from those who benefited from your love. Instead, heaven may send someone new into your life, perhaps as a pleasant surprise, a safeguard from harm, or blessings of peace and health.
The goodness you have given will always find its way back to you.
Heaven never shortchanges the sincere and kind-hearted.
Both
you and I have actually been enjoying the harvest all along without realizing
it.
May we both come to better understand and embrace the responses of goodness and
beauty.
