A growing heart knows how to be inclusive. There are no two identical leaves in the world, and we should respect everyone's unique pursuits. Sacred aspirations are not necessarily closer to the soul than natural secular life.
Love is never missing in the process of growth. Love is key to growing up. At the same time, we must learn to be grateful and to reciprocate the kindness of others.
Sailing in the vast ocean, if you lose your direction, a sailor will be buried under the sea; trudging through the endless Gobi desert, if you lose your direction, a traveler will be left exposed in the wilderness; searching for the light of hope in boundless exploration, if you lose your direction, you will miss success and carry regrets for a lifetime.
One day, after finishing, a baby sat on the toilet and innocently said, "The poop jumped into the water for a swim."
Growth is like an orange. From blooming to falling, frost and wind gave it fragrance, rain gave it moisture, and autumn gave it the confidence to ripen and detach. In the end, it tastes a bit sour.
What is the taste of growth? Is it happiness or pain, joy or sadness, exhilaration or despair? Is it sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy...? What exactly is the taste of growth?
Sighing is a waste of time, and crying is a waste of energy.
Growth is a long journey, filled with happiness. Because of happiness, there is bliss; because of bliss, there is enjoyment; because of enjoyment, my life is filled with sunshine.
Everyone is changing. Graduating from college is like a watershed. Some people stand high, while others crawl in the mud. When society assigns roles that break the equality of university days, everyone's mindset changes accordingly. This is the iron law of a competitive society—cruel, yet true.
The growing heart is unadorned and seeks nothing; it simply flows naturally.
