"These aren't even that good. I think I could do better." That's one of the reasons I started writing. Because I was reading other articles and that thought came to mind. I've even thought that about books. Famous books. Brilliant books.
“这类都不够好，我觉着自己能做得更好。”这就是我开始写作是什么原因之一，由于我读其他人的文章时就有了那样的想法。我甚至对书也有过那样的想法，包含名著和经典著作。
Who the fuck am I to think that?
我是哪个呀?如何有资格那样想?
That's my ego.
这就是我的自我价值感。
And I'm grateful for it.
而且我非常感激这种自我价值感。
Because I never would've started writing without it. I never would've found something I love to do without it. I never would've been able to quit my 9|5 without it.
由于要不是自我价值感，我绝不会开始写作，绝不会发现自己喜欢的事，绝不会舍弃朝九晚五的生活。
But...
但……
Sometimes I get too caught up in it. I'll let other people's accomplishments get inside me and make me feel bad. I become jealous. I become resentful.
有时我太过于深陷其中，心里会一直想着其他人的收获从而产生对我们的不满，我开始嫉妒、开始愤恨。
I let myself be tricked into think I'm not good enough, or doing enough, or being enough. That's when my ego becomes unhelpful.
我开始如此想：我不够好，或做得不够，或有不少不足。就在那时我的自我价值感开始变得全无益处。
I don't think having an ego is good or bad.
我觉着自我价值感不是好事更不是坏事。
I think it's good and bad.
我觉得它其实好坏兼备。
