In the long river of life, aren't we all playing the role of prophets? At first, we strive to create our own prophecies; then, we proclaim them; later, we constantly patch them up, trying to justify them. The strong defend their prophecies through actions and fulfill them with achievements; the weak defend themselves with words and let their prophecies wither through oblivion. Prophecy and justification intertwine, shaping or eroding our lives.
As for thought: some sleep upon their wealth, while others sleep upon their tools of livelihood.
If you cannot be a pencil to write someone's happiness, then strive to be an eraser to wipe away their sorrows.
At the moment of despair, hope often begins; at the end of a crisis, a turning point often emerges; where all seems lost, unexpected light may appear.
In life, there are only a few moments that truly belong to us. Most of the time, we are either repeating our own lives or imitating the lives of others. Real happiness is not living like someone else, but living according to one's own will.
Time flies. For those in midlife, a decade feels like a brief moment; for the young, three to five years can feel like a lifetime.
Grant me an everlasting lamp to light the way ahead, if only to see your departing silhouette more clearly.
Happiness lies in following your heart. Do not tell others of your pain, for words often go unheard. Life is not a still pond; unexpected things will always arise.
To understand a person, simply look at the friends they keep.