Our greatest pain often stems not from losing what we once cherished, but from the lack of a serene space within our souls. We gradually discard those precious spiritual treasures amid turmoil. We should not rationalize our own mistakes, nor blame others for everything that does not go as we wish. There is always a period in life filled with anxiety, but beyond facing it with courage, we have no other choice.
Everyone’s love story is like a Bible, recording the creation of the world and its future.
Everyone possesses latent energy, but it is easily shielded by habits, blurred by time, and worn away by inertia.
God loves you because that is His nature, not because of what you have done or not done.
The world is vast, and we are tiny like dust in the air, so faint that we are barely visible. Yet, life itself is never small. Because of life, barren dust gains vitality; because of life, the world becomes colorful. The flourishing, floating world is itself like a cup of poisoned wine; we always try to avoid it, yet we often indulge in its intoxication. The pursuit of fame and profit is itself a nightmare, and we always yearn to wake up from it.