Life presents many thresholds; crossing them is a doorway, failing to cross is an obstacle. Leaving beautiful moments along the journey becomes the most harmonious notes in life and the most beautiful poems of this lifetime.
Heroes may share only one thing in common—no matter what kind of hero you aim to be, it is never easy.
Many strive deliberately for so-called happiness; some achieve it, but at a tremendous cost. Many philosophers say that happiness is a feeling. The sense of happiness diminishes with the level of satisfaction and is closely tied to one's mindset. Ancient sages said: the harder it is to gain, the deeper the love; when possessing happiness, one should often remember the struggle. A person who never feels happiness suffers the greatest sorrow of all.
There are two kinds of lives in the world: one measured by time, the other by the journey. The difference is that the latter has a purpose.
Throughout life, we meet many people, but not everyone will become a friend. Some are merely passing through, not worth befriending or remembering. In short, choose friends carefully and avoid harmful companions.
Being happy does not mean being free from sorrow, just as bamboo must flower and wither, and the seasons always bring sprouting and falling leaves. I gently place my sorrow at the bottom of my heart, recalling it softly in unseen days, and then letting it fade away. Simple days are the most beautiful, simple days are the truest. When one is content with simplicity, happiness comes easily.
True honor is not in never falling, but in rising again every time you stumble.