People without privacy are often in pain. Even before the people you love most, there should be a certain reserve within your heart.
Friendship is like a ball of fiery heat. It is the uninhibited loud arguments, the pouting lips in mutual sulks, and that long strip of popcorn shared with a best friend. At that time, friendship was like a large candied fruit; no matter when you tasted it, it was always sweet.
Never long for what you have never possessed, for if you do not own it, you cannot miss it. But I have possessed you; how can I not think of you?
Life is indeed short, and time is truly ruthless. It is so brief that we often forget to cherish, to pursue, and to savor slowly; only when time becomes the past do we feel the heartache, realize the loss, and understand the cruelty.
Popularity is not about how many people know you, but how many people are willing to help you; networking is not about how many people you have used, but how many people you have helped.
Perhaps only after tasting bitterness and sorrow do we understand the preciousness of true affection.
We desire so strongly to be understood and accepted by others because we do not truly understand ourselves yet. It is like a congenitally blind person who does not know what they look like and must rely on others' evaluations to understand themselves.
Can freedom be pursued? Is that state of pursuit still a state of freedom? Can a wrong process lead to a correct result?
If one entrusts their soul to things that are constantly changing, the human heart can never find true peace.