Life is like the blooming and fading of flowers, the rising and falling of tides; there is gain and loss, joy and sorrow. If one constantly dwells on what has been lost and suffers from such thoughts, that person is truly unfortunate. Remember: the environment is created by the mind—the problem itself is not the issue; how you deal with it is the true challenge.
Your letter brought tears to my eyes. I am such a trivial and insignificant person, hardly worth your sacrifice... yet, I truly do love you deeply.
To weep for you is a form of hurt. Who is sitting beneath the Bodhi tree, palms pressed together, counting the falling blossoms season after season through the cycles of reincarnation? Who is in the three thousand worlds, plucking melancholic melodies on strings? And who is immersed in ink and brush, writing out the stories of this mortal world?
The ancient moon represents promises that cannot sustain eternity and vows that cannot endure the drying of seas and the turning of rocks. Entanglements of the heart—resolved, they are knots; unresolved, they become karma. I only fear that our destiny will eventually scatter into the rolling dust of the mortal world.
As the saying goes, every feast must end, and the ultimate destination of life is death. Life is a process of gaining wisdom through experience. Words are often illusory; silent years slip through our fingers like liquid mercury—as gentle as the night receding into twilight, quietly carrying away the wisps of memory.
Success or failure in life often hinges on a single thought. The gap between wealth and poverty lies in the difference of mindset. Those preoccupied with immediate gains will lose their future. The path belongs to the strong, to those who do not fear the world. The world is not scary; it is only a matter of approaching it with courage.