I have always believed that people in this world can be divided into two kinds. One kind consists of ordinary people who live their lives quietly among the crowd. The other kind, after getting close to them, reveals a unique quality, as if they are sources of light. Their radiance may come from firm beliefs and persistent dedication, or from deep thoughts and rich life experiences. The secret to a beautiful life is to spend as much time as possible with those who shine, while striving to become someone who can also bring light to others.
Life is a process of constant drifting and moving forward. Every place we have visited and every person we have met may become a stop along our journey, eventually turning into passing scenery. We once loved remembering, looking back, and trying not to forget those precious moments. Yet now we realize that the things deeply engraved in our hearts have already faded into memories as time passed. Laugh happily every day, sleep peacefully when tired, and smile again when you wake up. Life can actually be this simple.
Happiness and sadness, joy and worries always exist together. What reason do we have to complain about meeting the wrong people? What reason do we have to blame our own misfortune? What reason do we have to lament our unhappiness? Instead, plant more beautiful dreams for yourself once again. Learn to forgive your own imperfections, and do not disappoint the self who received a one-in-billions chance to come into this world and experience its beauty.
Brew a pot of lofty melodies, and sing a timeless song of the past; taste the peaceful heart of flowing clouds and water, and understand the cycle of blooming and falling flowers. Ancient verses express the beauty of emotions, faded words preserve a heart without regret, and through Zen, reason, and life, one finds both intoxication and sorrow caused by heartbreak. There is a feeling called falling into the depths of despair, a thought called missing you tonight, a pain called being unable to forget the past, and a whisper of the heart written with ink upon paper. The heart asks but remains silent, memories remain while people are gone. In this life, what can save the loneliness hidden deep within the soul?
