這些年來，我投身一份看似奇特的工作。它推動我不斷前進，每一個階段都帶來全新的體悟。我的任務，其實很單純：告訴願意相信的人，他們的身體裡住著一位無所不能的醫師。可惜的是，多數人渾然不知自己具備這樣的天賦。

我明白自己的影響力有限，因此用文字留下記錄；我深知生命有限，於是將體悟完整存放於書中。

若從世界的尺度看，我的努力不過像一隻小螞蟻，搬運一塊細小的蛋糕碎片，能嘉惠的，也只是另一群螞蟻。

並不在意影響圈大小，只專注於自己能做的事。這條路最難、也最奧妙的地方在於：你不走就不會懂，你不深入就無法融會貫通。

我曾想過：如果最終依然前功盡棄，那是否代表所有努力都白費了？答案早已在我心裡：每一分付出都值得，每一段足跡都會留下意義。

 

我將同樣的邏輯放進養生的實踐裡，發現努力並不必然帶來正向的收成，還得看努力的深度，還得在心性的安定中找到支撐的力量。

養生，首先需要邁出關鍵的一步：與身體展開對話。最終，則要走到與自己相遇的那一步，那是一種不被外界情緒干擾的修練。

這其中的關鍵是自律與持續力，若缺乏它們，很快就會被環境誘惑打回原形，或者被惰性磨蝕到忘卻初衷。

我見證過太多這樣的人性演出：從滿懷熱情到放棄，可能只需一個月；從全力以赴到全身退場，也許不過半年。

自律或許屬於人格特質，而持續力則需要環境牽引。以我自身為例，如果沒有在這條路上遇見自己，我也會是那個被情緒折磨到病倒的人，會是那個不知病因何在的重症患者。

生命總會出現必須轉彎的路口，我慶幸自己在清醒理智的狀態下選擇了這條道路。最大的奇蹟，是我在顛簸的路上摔過無數次，卻始終沒有掉頭離開。

 

我們為自己的人生努力，卻沒有驗收成果的時間表。傳統意義上的「成功」未必真是成功；傳統的「失敗」也未必是失敗。

我從健康的角度記錄這些觀察：再成功的人，也可能敗在健康；而不屬於「人生勝利組」的人，卻可能因為擁有健康而迎來意想不到的成就。

二十年的經驗讓我確認，與身體對話的價值無比巨大。就像面前有兩條道路：大腦總是選擇人多的那條，而身體選擇人煙稀少的那條。後者之所以不能妥協，是因為那是進化留給我們的一條秘境。

對現代人來說，這條秘境已被飲食文化遮掩，進食成癮讓康莊大道變得隱形，人們看不見，也不再想去尋找。

其實，停下進食原是大地的恩賜，身體急需這樣的休養，然而文化卻讓人越來越陌生於「回家」的道路。

我看見一種悲觀的態勢：那些回不了身體這個「家」的人，不論多麼努力，最終都將失敗。不是事業失敗，也不是家庭失敗，而是健康的徹底失敗。

 

讀到這裡，你或許被引導進入深層的思考，也可能覺得我過於武斷。事實上，在我們心底一直存在一個聲音，敦促我們改變，只是我們不願理會它。

即便覺得我太武斷，那聲呼喚依然在，只是你不願接受，那條被造物主留在我們身上的道路，除非你願意突破思維的層層障礙，才看得到。

人生總有某一刻，你會被自己敲醒，聽見內心的質問：

「你到底在忙什麼？這些事的意義何在？」

「為誰辛苦為誰忙？你為自己做了什麼？」

那一刻的頓悟，也許來得正是時候，也許來得尷尬而不合時宜。當你理清頭緒，或許會明白：荒廢本身也是一種生命的教訓，失敗或許才是真正的成功。

因為我荒廢過，我也失敗過，人情冷暖我都嘗過。但再大的磨難，都能被身體這條秘境的神奇際遇抵銷。

我慶幸自己在秘境裡，進行深度的探訪。因此，我才會感嘆：「走不深，好可惜。」

然而，不論結局如何，至少你要走過，至少你要為這條路付出過。唯有如此，才會在回首時，心生不虛此行的感動。

 

（若你不曾嘗試去做一些非凡的事，那麼活著又有什麼意義呢？）

Walking the Right Path, and Never in Vain

Over the years, I have devoted myself to what may appear to be a peculiar vocation. It has pushed me forward, stage by stage, each step yielding new insights. My task is actually simple: to tell those willing to believe that within them resides an all-powerful physician. Sadly, most people remain unaware of this gift they already possess.
I know my influence is limited, so I preserve it in words; I know life itself is finite, so I store my realizations carefully in books.

From the perspective of the world, my efforts are like those of a tiny ant, carrying a mere crumb of cake, benefiting only a handful of other ants.
I do not mind the size of the circle I reach; I only focus on what I can do. The most difficult—and most profound—truth of this path is that unless you walk it, you cannot understand it; unless you delve deep, you cannot truly integrate it.

I have wondered: if, in the end, all my efforts still collapse into nothingness, does that mean it was all in vain? The answer has long been clear to me: every effort is worthwhile, and every footprint leaves meaning behind.
—

I apply the same logic to the practice of health. I discovered that effort alone does not guarantee positive harvests; it depends on the depth of effort, and on finding a strength rooted in inner composure.
The first step in health is to begin a dialogue with the body. The final step is to encounter oneself—a practice of not being swayed by external emotions.

The key lies in self-discipline and perseverance. Without them, one is quickly pulled back by temptations of the environment, or worn down by inertia until the original intention is forgotten.
I have witnessed this drama of human nature too many times: from fiery enthusiasm to abandonment in a month; from wholehearted devotion to total withdrawal in half a year.

Self-discipline may belong to personality, but perseverance requires the pull of environment. In my own case, if I had not met myself on this path, I too would have been someone tormented by emotions into illness, someone struck by grave disease without knowing its cause.

Life always presents crossroads where turning is necessary. I am grateful I chose this road in a state of sobriety and reason. The greatest miracle is that although I have stumbled countless times along this rough road, I have never once turned back.
—

We strive for our lives, yet there is no timetable for reaping results. What the world calls “success” may not be true success; what it calls “failure” may not truly be failure.
From the perspective of health, my observation is this: even the most successful person may fall at the feet of health; while those never counted among “life’s winners” may, through health, arrive at unforeseen fulfillment.

Two decades of experience have confirmed for me the immeasurable value of conversing with the body. It is like standing before two roads: the mind always chooses the crowded one, while the body chooses the road less traveled. The latter cannot be compromised, for it is the hidden path left to us by evolution.

For modern people, this secret path has been buried under food culture. The addiction to eating makes the great avenue invisible; people neither see it nor wish to search for it.
Yet fasting was originally a gift from the earth—a chance for the body to rest and renew. Culture, however, has estranged people from this “way home.”

I see a grim trend: those who can no longer return to the “home” of their own body, no matter how hard they try, will ultimately fail. Not fail in career, nor fail in family, but fail utterly in health.
—

By now, you may have been guided into deep reflection, or you may feel I am too absolute. In truth, within each of us there has always been a voice urging change—we simply refuse to heed it.
Even if you dismiss me as too absolute, that voice remains. You may not wish to accept it, but the path the Creator inscribed within us will not vanish. Only when you are willing to pierce through layers of mental obstacles will you see it.

There will come a moment in life when you are jolted awake by yourself, and you hear the questions of your own heart:
“What are you so busy with? What is the meaning of it all?”
“For whom are you laboring? What have you done for yourself?”

That moment of awakening may arrive just in time, or awkwardly out of place. But once clarity comes, you may realize: neglect itself is a lesson of life; and perhaps failure is the truest form of success.

For I have neglected; I have failed; I have tasted the warmth and coldness of human affairs. Yet every hardship has been counterbalanced by the wondrous encounters I found along the body’s secret path.
I am grateful to have explored it deeply. That is why I sigh: “How regrettable, to walk without depth.”

And yet, regardless of the ending, at the very least you must walk it. At the very least you must give yourself to this road. Only then, when you look back, will you feel the quiet gratitude of knowing: it was never in vain.