We often comfort others by saying, "Life can never be perfect."
We cannot have everything, and we can never be the happiest person. Yet, who says life lacks fulfillment? What we possess is a different kind of completeness.
We discover fulfillment through our regrets.
Without the longing felt in separation, how could we appreciate the joy of reunion?
Without the pain of betrayal, how could we recognize the preciousness of loyalty?
Without the bitterness of difficult love, how could we understand the depth of lifelong devotion?
In this chaotic world, to be able to meet, to remain loyal, and to stay together—is this not a form of fulfillment?
A complete life is not about possessing everything, but about learning to cherish and to give.
Within your own microcosm, you are whole.
When you cease to be greedy, you are whole; when you understand love, it is the fulfillment of your inner self.
The moon waxes and wanes, yet we do not deem it incomplete.
The person you love may be imperfect, perhaps even flawed. And aren't you the same? Nevertheless, your relationship can be complete.
That completeness transcends reality; it is a state of perception and pursuit, and a form of tolerance toward oneself and others.