Every encounter, whether fortunate or unfortunate, bitter or sweet, may be the karmic result of countless past lives. Knowing the nature of fate and embracing impermanence, after receiving it and letting it pass, at that moment, you try to learn not to be sad or happy, yet what remains is precisely the reluctance to part. Origination is emptiness; eternity is like a dream. Is this not the red dust—so romantic yet so desolate? It comes and goes; human faces fade like peach blossoms, ultimately leaving only desolation. Yet what we cannot bear to let go of is that soul-deep encounter of mutual understanding. May the origin of fate never extinguish.
In a lifetime, there may be one or two times when you fall in love as if possessed, losing yourself in his madness, while he treats you as insignificant. He simply does not love you; even if he does, it will never be as deeply as you love him. In the long, lonely nights, you finally realize that this life is not meant to pursue perfection, but to realize again and again that perfection is impossible.
How much of love is real? How much is a dream? How much is imagination? And how much is your one-sided, beautiful wishful thinking? — Zhang Xiaoxian
Heaven's will is not something we can control; however, destiny is the combination of heaven's will and choice. We have the freedom to choose, but we must also bear the consequences of our choices. Meeting you, the happiness and pain involved are a mix of fate and decision. You are an important chapter in my brief life. Regardless of the outcome, I would still prefer to have met you.
Is happiness really that difficult? From longing for happiness to finally grasping it, from craving warmth to finally finding someone who gives you warmth, how far is this path? Everyone pursues a share of happiness nearby, yet often has to travel a long journey over thousands of hills and waters.
Love is but a minor matter, not a major principle. Yet this trivial thing constantly causes us to oscillate between getting better and worse, between ascension and sinking, between tenderness and cruelty, between romance and desolation, between joy and sorrow, between sweetness and bitterness. It is just a part of life. As we grow older, the weight it holds in our lives becomes much less than it was before, yet we still miss it, still want to possess it, and remain unwilling to part with it.
