Desire is never the source of happiness, but rather the root of all suffering. Once one desire is satisfied, a new one immediately arises, repeating in an endless cycle.
In front of me, you are your true self, but before others, you may just be performing. This is due to the difference between trust and doubt: we trust the person, but doubt the heart.
The sun rises in the East Sea and sets in the West Mountains; whether in sorrow or joy, it is but a day. If one does not dwell on trivialities, both the person and the soul will find peace.
Many people spend their lives lost in the surging crowds, never knowing their true destination, while some never lose sight of their direction, allowing them to find their way forward.
The happiest people are not those who have obtained the best things in the world, but those who cherish what they already possess. Love and being loved are not always proportional; the tighter you try to grasp, the more likely you are to lose. In the world of emotions, everything is a multiplication—if one factor is zero, the result is always zero.
Meetings do not have to occur in the season of blooming prosperity. In such times, there is often a sense of immaturity and haste. As the years pass, the colors of first encounters may slowly fade in the heart, adding a touch of melancholy. The friction of life may strip away superficial glamour, leaving little room for the long-accumulated confusion within, eventually turning the devotion of first sight into a faint sorrow.
The seasonal wind chimes murmur the passage of time, and the whistling wind heralds the changing seasons. Deep autumn passes quietly, and amidst the eulogy of words, flowers bloom freely, radiating the warmth of sunlight. Winter sunlight, while not as scorching as summer or as crimson as autumn, feels natural after the dancing snowflakes. The elegance of snow, the freedom of the winter wind, and the approach of spring—everything unfolds naturally.
