人生最無情的真相，就是無法重來。有些沒做好的事，無從彌補；有些留下壞印象的記憶，也難以抹去。

每當思及「孝順」這個字眼，我總會陷入一種沉重的遺憾。我對父母懷抱真心誠意，但力不從心。順從我真的做不到，因為我所選擇的生命路徑，並不為他們所理解，自然也難以獲得諒解。

談到「陪伴」，那又是另一則無從彌補的憾事，涉及孩子的童年與妻子的人生。我始終知道，生命的功課，是要我們在不圓滿中學習成全。

無論人生劇本如何演出，最終都是為了學習。那些不美好的經驗，若能領悟，終將成為通往圓滿的關鍵。

我們每一個念頭都在對宇宙發出訊號，只要心無雜質，必能期待最美好的回應。所謂雜質，便是那些不正的動機。至於什麼是不正，我們每個人都得自行對準上蒼的標準。

我曾讀過一份針對退休族的調查報告，顯示多數人一生最大的遺憾，是把大半輩子的精力耗在上班。讓我聯想到，許多人也是在生病後才醒悟養生的重要，在臨終前才感嘆人生短促。

 

電影裡常出現社交酒會的場景，人人手持一杯雞尾酒，彼此寒暄，場面熱鬧。我從未參加過這類活動，也無意涉足其中，因為我知道自己並不屬於那種磁場，我無法在那樣的環境中尋得生命的動力。

曾受邀參與演講或擔任來賓，是大夥熟悉的社團活動。那種場合需要交換名片或講些場面話，我通常會整日感到不自在。

這樣的場合並無對錯之分，只是對我而言，是一種明確的虛耗。每回社團演講，總聽見許多應酬話語，我並不覺得那些人有錯，只能說，那裡沒有我需要的健康因子。

我寧願把時間投注在一場能讓我感動的音樂會，或一場令我熱血沸騰的棒球賽。那裡，有滋養生命的真實能量。

 

經歷大半人生後，我只想以單純的心態迎接未來。我努力遠離虛耗，更對自己許下承諾：嚴格拒絕虛假。

但當自我對話時，腦海裡那個拙於世故的我，總會冒出一句：「那怎麼可能？」。畢竟，虛假在社交場合總是難以避免，譬如，被出版社安排參加一場電台通告，主持人只看書名和標題，就上場發問。

這種情況，對我而言，是一種赤裸的虛耗。對方是否讀過書，只需對談幾句便能識破，十幾本創作的經驗告訴我，多數通告都耗在表面。

只要遇到極度自私的人，我會自動後退三步；若遇到自大之人，我甚至會遠離十分。和這樣的人相處，本身就是一種虛耗。

你若真心想養好自己的身體，就無法自私；若真想獲得健康，也絕不能自大。因為那種壞磁場的反彈效應，最後總是回來摧毀自己的健康。

至於什麼是自私、什麼是自大，我把定義的權力交還給每個人自己的生命歷程。我的經驗是：往窮困的方向走，容易遇到自私；往富裕的極端走，容易見到自大。

談了這麼多，我也必須先接受你對我的審視。如果我自己都做不好，那又有什麼資格評論他人？

 

剩下三分之一的餘生，我只想更謹慎的珍惜與善用。有些朋友與親人，或許需要保持適度距離，我越來越清楚：那，是虛耗。

你可能未曾細讀，就將一則訊息群發；或者隨手轉發問候貼圖。這些看似關心，卻毫無溫度的舉動，其實正在慢慢消耗人與人之間的連結。對於那些三大節日傳來的機器貼圖，我真的無感。

一句由衷的文字，有溫度；一篇用心的文章，有熱度。心，是人性中最根本的良善，但懂得善用它的人，正日漸稀少。

我衷心希望，每一位想學習斷食養生的人，能從「心」開始學起。因為，真正帶領你找到身體與自己的關鍵，不是頭腦，而是心。

學習不是教練或老師給機會，而是你自己創造機會。

帶著虛假的動機來，只會產生虛耗的結果。就像那些愛喊口號卻始終不行動的人；也像某些號稱有專業的老師，說一套，做的卻是另一套，最終只是帶著學生虛耗彼此。

 

忽略睡眠就是浪費生命，少睡不會讓你有更多時間，只是在消耗健康。等到失去健康，才驚覺一切早已來不及

只靠大腦學養生，結果往往只是人云亦云。媒體怎麼說、醫師怎麼講，全盤照收，最終卻什麼都沒真正學會，只是白白虛耗了自己寶貴的人生。

我想鼓勵每一位有緣人，也鼓勵我自己：說出真話，活出自己。

暢銷不重要，如果那是虛假堆砌的；名氣不重要，如果那是虛偽營造的；財富不重要，如果那不是實力換來的。

凡是讓你快樂的事、充滿熱忱的事、有意義的事，就請全力以赴。就像我記錄靈感的習慣，或願意安排時間與學員座談的誠意。

凡是確認是虛耗的事，或是虛假的話，就該適可而止了。

 

（身體最好的療癒，是一顆安靜的心。）

 

Falsehood and Futility

The harshest truth in life is that there is no rewind. Some things, once done poorly, cannot be undone; some impressions, once tainted, cannot be erased.

Whenever I reflect on the idea of “filial piety,” I fall into a deep and heavy regret. My heart has always been sincere toward my parents, but my strength was never enough. I simply couldn’t bring myself to obey in the way they expected—because the path I chose for my life was something they never understood, and therefore could not accept.

When it comes to “companionship,” another sorrow arises—one I cannot mend, involving my children’s childhood and my wife’s life. Yet I have always known: the lesson of life is to seek wholeness through the incomplete.

No matter how the script of life plays out, it is all for the sake of learning. If we can find insight within those imperfect experiences, they may one day become the key to true fulfillment.

Every thought we send out is a signal to the universe. As long as our intentions are pure, we can expect the most beautiful replies. Impurity lies in distorted motives—and what qualifies as distorted is something each of us must measure against the divine standard within.

I once read a survey on retirees that said most people’s greatest regret in life was spending the majority of their energy on work. It reminded me of how many people only wake up to the importance of wellness after falling ill—and only realize life is short when standing at the edge of death.

Movies often depict lively cocktail parties, everyone holding a drink, exchanging pleasantries. I’ve never attended such events, nor do I intend to—because I know that’s not my frequency. I cannot find life’s energy in that kind of atmosphere.

I’ve been invited to give talks or be a guest at public events—common scenes in professional circles. These are often filled with business card exchanges and polite conversation, but I usually feel uneasy the entire day.

There’s no right or wrong in such settings—they simply represent a clear futility to me. At these events, I hear endless small talk. I don’t think these people are wrong; I just know that the energy I need for health is not there.

I’d rather spend my time at a concert that moves me, or a baseball game that stirs my passion—places where I feel the genuine energy of life.

After living through most of my years, I only wish to greet the future with simplicity of heart. I work hard to stay away from futility, and I’ve made a promise to myself: strictly reject falsehood.

But in my self-dialogues, the less worldly side of me always chimes in, “Is that even possible?” After all, in social settings, some degree of falsehood feels almost inevitable. For example, when a publisher schedules a radio appearance, and the host asks questions after merely glancing at the book title.

To me, that is blatant futility. Whether someone has actually read the book becomes clear within moments. With over ten books under my belt, I know—most interviews only skim the surface.

If I encounter someone extremely selfish, I instinctively take three steps back; if someone is arrogant, I stay ten steps away. Being around such people is, in itself, a form of futility.

If you truly want to heal your body, you cannot afford to be selfish. If you truly seek health, arrogance has no place. Negative energies rebound—and eventually destroy your own well-being.

As for what qualifies as selfishness or arrogance, I leave that definition to each person’s own life journey. In my experience, those walking toward poverty often encounter selfishness; those at the extremes of wealth often meet arrogance.

Having said all this, I must first accept your judgment of me. If I can’t live up to my own words, what right do I have to comment on others?

With the final third of my life ahead, I only wish to cherish and use my time wisely. Some friends and family may require a respectful distance—because I now clearly see: that too, is futility.

You may have sent a mass message without reading it carefully, or forwarded a generic sticker as a greeting. These actions seem friendly but lack warmth—and gradually drain the essence of human connection. I feel nothing from those automated festival greetings.

A heartfelt sentence carries warmth. A carefully written message radiates heat. The heart is the purest goodness in human nature—but fewer people know how to use it well.

I truly hope that anyone who wishes to learn the art of fasting and healing will start from the heart. Because the key to finding your body—and yourself—is not in your mind, but in your heart.

Learning does not come from waiting for a teacher or coach to offer you a chance—it comes from creating your own opportunity.

If your motives are false, your results will be futile. Like those who chant slogans but never act, or those so-called professionals who preach one thing and do another—such people merely waste their students’ time and energy.

Neglecting sleep is wasting life. Sleeping less does not give you more time; it only depletes your health. When health is lost, realization comes too late.

Trying to learn health only with the brain leads to parroting others. You absorb what the media says, what doctors claim—but in the end, you’ve learned nothing real. You’ve merely burned through your precious life.

I want to encourage every soul who crosses paths with this message—and remind myself, too: Speak your truth. Live your truth.

It doesn’t matter if something sells well—if it’s built on falsehood. Fame doesn’t matter—if it’s manufactured. Wealth doesn’t matter—if it isn’t earned through real effort.

Whatever brings you joy, fills you with passion, or holds meaning—pursue it with all your heart. Whether it’s my habit of writing down inspiration, or my willingness to set aside time to speak with students—these are things I do with sincerity.

Anything that proves to be false or futile—should be let go.