If one day you realize you have been deceived, and making a scene won't change anything, why not just keep that deception in your heart?
Not getting an order is not shameful; what is shameful is not knowing why you failed to get it.
Believe it; happy days are coming. The heart always looks forward to the future, yet the present is often filled with melancholy. Everything is fleeting, and everything will pass; and what has passed will become a cherished memory. (Pushkin)
Time may not prove everything, but it certainly reveals everything. Love or lack thereof has nothing to do with kindness; no one deliberately seeks to hurt another, but alas, we are often driven by desires that turn passion into madness. Hate or non-hate is also unrelated to kindness or being justified; the pain persists because the memory remains. If love were as easy as imagined, there wouldn't be those sorrowful melodies echoing around us, reminding us of the past.
From a psychological perspective, people are most sincere and selfless when they act without calculating the cost. True love often lies in the total, unhesitating sacrifice. Because of this lack of calculation, a person appears sincere, lovely, and kind. Conversely, excessive calculation can make a person seem detestable, cunning, and dangerous. Many things that deeply move us in this world are due to this selfless giving—which is the essence of love, dedication, sincerity, and greatness. Many miracles occur as a response to this unselfishness.
Life presents choices every day, and the struggle between keeping and letting go often disturbs the heart. Mencius said: "Fish is what I desire, but bear's paw is also what I desire; I cannot have both, so I shall give up the fish for the bear's paw. Life is what I desire, but righteousness is also what I desire; I cannot have both, so I shall give up life for righteousness." It is through the wisdom of choice and sacrifice that we understand that only by letting go can we truly gain.
Amidst scattered emotions, I searched through the traces of the past, only to find that the beautiful promise was missing. Though mountains and rivers are hard to forget, one can only find solace in the blue sky, white clouds, the moon, and the breeze. A solitary quiet joy, a slow and steady flow, and the surging sounds of waves have enriched my days and beautified the scenery of my life.
