If one is easily influenced by a few words from others, can they truly be considered mature and grown? The significance of language depends on its quality. The more inferior the statement, the less meaning it holds. Therefore, do not let unpleasant remarks disturb your peace; celebrate a life that is meaningful.
Two individuals with vastly different levels of intelligence might become friends, but they could never become enemies.
People say the longest journey is the road home. The new flowers of the guest's year pity the sorrow of men; a few lean horses follow the groom, their hoofbeats pausing. Loosing the reins, one looks around; in the thin sunset and dusk, near the emotional gateway of home, there is frost on the parents' temples. Have they ever considered the wanderer's hopes? That year, Big Sister leaned by the window, embroidering her new wedding dress. Now, the young child walks unsteadily, holding onto the bed. Is there someone to lead him to the riverside to find mussels? On the stones, the clear source flows long; the babbling hometown, the ancestral hall where moss has grown on the stone steps—have new beams replaced the old ones? Have the swallows that perched on the roof flown away? In the past, the old and young, from the elderly to the infants, gathered before the main hall. Family conversations, idle chatter and playful jokes, a moment of laughter; the wind and grace were all cast aside. A golden cup does not exchange for the simple tea of that time. The road home tugs most at the heart; I will walk it when I return.
Because the earth is round, people who move in opposite directions will eventually meet again.
In the corner where I can see you, I offer you a sense of security.