Life is not about winning or losing, but about whether it was worth living. Human life exists between gain and loss; obtaining something is a gain, and losing something is also a form of loss. Do not be overly self-satisfied when you gain, and do not be discouraged when you fail to obtain. In this one life, avoid excessive worry; learn to choose, let go of disputes and grievances, and listen to the sound of flowers blooming and falling with tranquility and composure.
We read books to understand the world, brew tea to taste life, and pour wine to savor the hardships. Life is like a one-way ticket with no return; there are no rehearsals, only live performances. Cherishing every performance is the best way to honor life. Reflecting on the bits and pieces of past events—the tears of sadness and the intoxication of joy—makes the pursuit meaningful.
In the journey of life, perfection is often just a longing or an inner vision. Some things, once approached with heart and effort, are beautiful even if they are not perfect; some emotions, once cherished and pursued, are pure even if they do not reach perfection. While there are brilliant moments on life's path, most of it is mundane. We must walk our own paths and do our own deeds; in the midst of ordinary life, we perform our own roles, moving forward without regret.
As life moves along the veins of history, we gather leaves and branches along the way to serve as memories, making the existence of the world vivid and concrete. As life enters the gates of time, the sunset provides the key to memory. A bundle of memories lies quietly on the ground, waiting for life to draw from the twigs and leaves gathered along the way, reminiscing quietly under the fingers of the sunset.
How wonderful it would be to suddenly wake up one day, only to find that you had fallen asleep during a primary school lesson and that everything you are experiencing is just a dream. You tell your classmate about this long dream, and they simply call you a fool and tell you to focus on the lesson. You look out at the playground through the window, feeling that everything is so familiar, and everything is still full of hope.
