In life, seeing through things is not as good as letting them go. We often understand many people and events, but are bound by helplessness. Living a lifetime, we seek inner peace. Those matters that puzzle us or break our hearts are best viewed with indifference.
Do not deny your past, nor let it drag down your future. We do not work hard because we have hope; rather, we find hope through hard work.
All things have their times of rise and fall, with destined origins and endings. The important part is not the result, but the experience along the way. Accept what can be kept with joy, and watch over what must go with peace. Life cannot bear too much sorrow and joy. Do not be pleased by external gains or saddened by personal losses; indifference is the best state.
Sense of security is the stability of settled dust and the firm belief in unwavering loyalty. We wander on the path of youth, looking back or brushing past each other in fleeting moments. Emotions float in our eyes, flickering on the windowsill of memory, as we silently bid farewell with clear thoughts.
I do not like excessive noise. Life, too, is a thousand prosperities and a lifetime of ups and downs. In a fleeting life, we can never fully decipher the misty rain like a painting. If we only have this one life, we must cherish it, pouring our fleeting years into moments of light, meeting and loving in the brightest places. Fate is mysterious; what is destined is so. When we meet, we do not ask if it is a calamity or a bond.
A bowl of nutritious soy milk in the morning, a cup of bitter coffee at night—which is truly loved? Embrace has often turned into goodbye; fresh flowers are not as fragrant as a home-cooked meal. We are none of us princes or princesses from fairy tales. Happiness requires more effort. Time has gradually buried our initial dreams, and days have settled into the past. Romantic moonlight cannot compete with the realities of daily life. Reciting a winding poem, one feels helpless against the bitterness, sweetness, sourness, and saltiness of life.
Are you like a firecracker, igniting at the slightest spark? The end of igniting so easily is often becoming a casualty.
