There is always someone who becomes your longing and your warmth. Sometimes, a person quietly enters your heart, and only when they distance themselves do you find yourself gazing at them for a long time. This gaze is not the sweetness of romance, but a silent longing, bitter yet tinged with a sense of loss, which one can only savor alone.
For life, money is not the most important thing. The most crucial lesson is learning how to give love to others and how to accept it. Love is the only rational act; without it, we become like birds with broken wings.
There are many ways to make money, but without the seed of wealth, one cannot become a true entrepreneur.
Reducing cunning and living more freely is a form of cherishing one's own life.
Making friends is easy, but maintaining them is difficult; interacting with people is a profound art. The ancients said that with old friends, the longer the relationship, the more mutual respect and courtesy should be shown. In modern society, this may seem counterintuitive. Don't close friends usually have no barriers between them? In reality, it is often the opposite. Some people, feeling deeply connected to their old friends, become so uninhibited that over time, even best friends can turn into "the most familiar strangers."
Do not look at what is improper, do not listen to what is unlawful, do not speak what is indecent, and do not step into places that are inappropriate. Do not associate with the wicked, do not take what is not good; approach the virtuous as if approaching orchids, and avoid the wicked as if fearing snakes and scorpions.
The wise respect others, which is a form of self-love; the foolish hurt others, which is a form of self-harm.
In life, many things remain unspoken. Some joys may not be understood by others; some sorrows may not be felt by others. Some fatigue weighs on the body and the heart; some tears hang on the face but hurt the heart; some pain is invisible and unmarked, yet aches deep within. Does love follow its own destiny? Why does true understanding often lead to silence? Even sounds are tiring, shapes are bitter, and wounds still hurt. It turns out that unseen scars hurt the most, and tears that cannot flow are the coldest.
