You, the most important passerby, are a passerby because you never stayed for me. You once sowed seeds of joy in my life, but they failed to bloom because you never watered or fertilized them. You once left a scar on my life, but it remained a scar because you never showed gentle compassion. You once gave me a glimmer of light only to bring total darkness; it became dim because you never thought to illuminate it for me.
What is past will not return, and what returns is no longer perfect. If one is not strong, who is weakness for? With a complex heart, view life's complexities and walk its winding paths. With an indifferent attitude, live a life of being content with circumstances. Occasionally reminiscing about the past makes me feel my life is regressing. Expectation, waiting, failure—life is such a tangle. It is not that we are incompatible, but that you are more suited elsewhere.
I used to fear hearing friends say, "You've changed, you seem less than you used to be." Now, I hear it and just smile. In truth, isn't everyone changing? Character, habits, and even appearance—as long as you desire it and persist, nothing is unchangeable. No one is invincible forever; after bumping into enough obstacles, one's sharp edges naturally wear down. No one has the right to mock another's past; growth is a continuous process of correction.
To maintain what should be maintained is a challenge; to maintain what should not be is incompetence; to fail to maintain what should be maintained is ignorance; and to fail to maintain what should not be is persistence.
Everyone has weaknesses. Those who use others' weaknesses as topics for mockery or targets for attack will never find a bright future.
Rumors are like relentless wasps. We must not act rashly against them unless we are certain we can kill them; otherwise, their retaliation will be even more fierce than before.
