Death often teaches us everything, much like the release of exam results—though we may have a sudden realization, it is already too late.
When you are born, you cry while those around you smile; when you die, you smile while those around you cry. It all seems to be a cycle. We are all trapped in this cycle.
Before marriage, men feel there are very few women suitable for them; after marriage, they feel there are many suitable women available.
Among the myriad of people, you met the person you met; across the myriad of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, not a step earlier, not a step later, just in time.
Everyone possesses latent energy, but It is easily covered by habit, blurred by time, and worn down by inertia.