The worldly realm is vast and boundless, and individual beings often appear insignificant, like invisible dust particles in the air. However, life itself is by no means trivial. It is because of life that barren dust gains vitality; it is because of life that the world becomes diverse and colorful. The flourishing flowers of the secular world are essentially like a cup of poisoned wine—we always try to avoid them, yet often fall into the pleasure of intoxication. The pursuit of fame and profit is like a nightmare, and we always hope to wake up from it and return to clarity.
True leisure requires ample energy to support it, allowing one to pass idle time with joy. If one remains in a state of lethargic illness or weary languor, it is impossible to truly enter a realm of relaxation and ease.
Leisure cannot be feigned; it is entirely different from idleness and distinct from doing nothing. If doing nothing is compared to a desolate and bleak plain, then leisure is like a scenic natural travel area. Idleness is easy to mimic, and doing nothing can be simulated, but the essence of leisure cannot be disguised.
Leisure is a fundamental need. For in our nature, the self in the midst of busyness is not the true self; only the self manifested in leisure represents a return to authenticity.
Every scene of flourishing flowers has undergone turbulent struggles beneath the surface; every dazzling brilliance has endured persistence through wind and rain; every boundless glory has been accompanied by heart-wrenching hardships. In this world, only those who have personally experienced things truly understand the deep power behind appearances.
If you hope for a bright tomorrow, you must first stand firmly on the ground of reality; if you desire brilliant achievements, you must keep moving forward without stopping.
