In life, we meet all kinds of people. As we pass through a complex world, we come to realize how small we are—so small that we may go unnoticed by anyone. In moments without light or warmth, we feel even deeper loneliness.
When a genius full of wisdom steps into life, the moment their thoughts try to spread their wings, they use their gaze to caress poetry and their eyes to nurture it. Yet once they encounter the hard obstacles of reality, these poetic eggs are shattered. For almost everyone, as soon as the foot of reality touches the ground, it steps on those mysterious eggs that may never hatch.
Love is warmth and also heartache; it is waiting and understanding; it is longing and attachment, a feeling that lingers in the soul. Love is a state of heart and hand in union, a mutual affection between two hearts. There is a kind of love that is not intense, yet it always exists. It has no romantic flowers or moonlight, no promise of growing old together, and no oath of eternal devotion, but it always accompanies your emotions and touches the softest part of your heart.
Some people do not need your attention, no matter what they say or do. Some people can never become your enemies, because they overestimate themselves, believing that by hurting you they will be remembered. Some people do not need to be waited for, as you already know deep in your heart that they are no longer worth expecting, yet you still cannot let go.
Having honesty means giving up hypocrisy; having steadiness means leaving behind restlessness. Whether it is a deliberate choice or an unintended loss, learning to let go generously after truly having experienced it is also a form of life wisdom.
Every kind person is like a diligent farmer, sowing seeds of kindness in either fertile or barren land. Though their efforts differ, their goal is always the same: to harvest warmth and goodwill among people.
