Some people believe they are capable, but in reality, they only possess a superficial understanding of many things. They are willing to lend everything to those who need nothing, yet withhold everything from those who truly require help. Some quietly scrutinize the thoughts of others while risking their own wealth and sanity on high-stakes ventures. There are those who can no longer leave a true impression; their souls are like mirrors worn smooth by time, no longer capable of reflecting any clear image. Others are extremely frugal with their senses and lives, yet outwardly act as if they possess a reckless disregard for life, as if they could cast it away from a window at any moment.
I, too, have my bitterness and hardships, but I remain silent. I, too, have obsessions that I cannot let go, but I remain silent. I, too, have experienced countless twists and turns, but I remain silent. It is not that I am playing the fool, nor that I am blind or ignorant; I simply choose not to speak.
To love someone means to embrace not only their virtues but also their flaws. To love is not to seek something for oneself from the other, but to give and sacrifice without expecting anything in return.
Letting go is never as easy as words suggest. The things we long for are like stars in the distant sky—impossible to pluck. One can only gaze upward, using the most strenuous posture to watch their shimmering beauty. Is letting go truly as simple as releasing a physical object?
It is only through softness that we can be sensitive, inclusive, and refined. It is only through softness that we can transcend ourselves and even find the capacity to embrace our own wounds when we are hurt.
