Not long ago, my son and I went hunting in Pomfret. It was the depths of winter, the coldest days of the year. We could have stayed in a heated mobile home like the other hunters, but my son insisted: "No, Dad, let's stay in the tent and experience a little hardship!"
At first, we kept the fire going, but as the night wore on, the flames died down, and we went into the tent to sleep. In the middle of the night, my son woke up. His sleeping bag was damp, and his breath was freezing in the air near his face. Without hesitation, he got up, unzipped the tent, and walked outside. He shouted, "Dad, get up, quick! Look, it's so beautiful! I can see all the stars!" His voice was filled with wonder.
I poked my head out of my sleeping bag. The stars were incredibly bright, appearing closer than usual, as if they had descended. The embers on the ground still flickered faintly, surrounded by a circle of limestone. It was a beautiful, breathtaking scene.
In my view, this is life. The joy felt that night is the true essence of existence. Even in adversity, because there is beauty in life, warmth, and the companionship of family, everything seems bright and clear, without a trace of gloom.