The path is chosen by oneself; if there is regret, one must swallow it in silence.
We have worries because of memory; we give up because of choices; we are tolerant because of understanding; we are human because of emotions; we are fulfilled because of the process; we succeed because of diligence; and we are happy because of contentment.
Life is transient and fragile; as fleeting as a passing dream, as cool as flowers between fingers. When the heart finds peace, it finds its home, and even simple joys hold profound meaning.
Sending my sincerest wishes to you in the distance: may everything go well and may happiness follow you. I hope you can pick the brightest golden flower from the garden of your soul as my greeting to you.
How I long to sip a cup of light tea, tasting the vicissitudes of half a lifetime, regardless of its temperature. How I long to write a simple letter without a name, sent to a distant horizon. How I long to love a peaceful person, disregarding right or wrong, and walking hand in hand through this chaotic world.
While passion is still fresh and precious things have not yet expired, go forth toward the answers you desire. Regardless of whether the result is joy or sorrow, at least you will leave with no regrets.
Accept loneliness, accept loss, and accept that you are imperfect and sometimes defeated by life's changes. Acceptance may be hard to swallow, but When things become unbearable, learn to let yourself go.
Being completely unaffected by others is not a sign of strength, but rather a form of closure. The core of life is fragile and sensitive; to think only one way is to use a self-righteous attitude to refuse the possibility of life evolving toward something better.
Amidst the endless accumulation of years, we grow up, mature, or perhaps become indifferent and detached; none of this is a big deal.
I hope there is someone who does not mind my temper, does not dislike my bad habits, and does not care about my background—someone who stays by my side and, before I know it, grows old with me.
