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记住美好的爱

 

《给阿嬷的情书》教会我们的爱的智慧

很多人说:“爱一个人,好累。”

可是,当你觉得爱是一种负担,

它已经不是爱了。那可能是责任,是期待,是愧疚,也是害怕失去。

真正的爱,很纯粹。它只是爱。没有计算,没有交换,没有要求。

《给阿嬷的情书》让我们重新认识了什么是真正的爱。

1. 南枝爱木生。她没有要求木生爱她。

木生离世后,她默默用了十八年,代替木生写信、寄钱、守护淑柔一家。

没有回报,没有名分,甚至没有人知道。

因为,真正的爱,不需要证明自己。

2. 谢来顺爱家人。他贫穷、笨拙,却把最好的一切留给家人。

父爱,从来不是说出来,而是默默承担。

3. 淑柔爱木生。她记住的,不是木生的贫穷与苦难,而是那个善良、努力为家庭打拼的丈夫。

真正的爱,记住的是美好,而不是缺点。

这就是《爱的智慧》(LQ)。

  • 关爱(Care),是不求回报地付出。
  • 勇气(Courage),是在没有结果时,依然选择去爱。
  • 连接(Connection),不是占有,而是成全,让彼此因为爱而成长。

如果今天,你觉得爱很累,请问问自己:

让我疲惫的,真的是爱吗?

还是,我把期待、责任、控制和占有,误以为是爱?

真正的爱,不会让人窒息。真正的爱,会让人自由。

《给阿嬷的情书》最深刻的启发就是:

爱,不需要证明。爱,不需要回报。

爱,只需要一颗真心。

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