In the journey of life, we inevitably encounter various "walls." Whether we push ten times, a hundred times, or even thousands of times, the wall seems to never fall. However, while the wall remains standing, our muscles become strong and we gain inner strength from the effort. The wall's immovability should not be an excuse for us to willingly become weak.
The Chinese character for "life" (生) is composed of "ox" (牛) and "one" (一), symbolizing the ox's diligent plowing throughout its life. Therefore, we should remain consistent and diligent throughout our lives, like the ox. Life is full of dialectics: being busy with work means you are not unemployed; failing in competition means your ambition remains; losing in love means you are still pursuing; going astray means you are still striving. The unluckiest life is living in unhappy memories, the unscientific life is living in bad habits, the idealistic failure is living in repetition of past mistakes, and the most despairing life is burying one's own ideals with one's own hands.
It turns out that time cannot erase everything in our hearts. Some people and some things become even more deeply engraved in memory as time passes. Letting go of some matters lightly does not necessarily mean a lack of effort; overthinking minor issues can turn them into major problems; obsessing over details can turn them into tragedies. In the end, it is all just imagination. When the self is heavy, the person is burdened; when the heart is heavy, the mind is burdened. We must learn to relax and be at ease.
Life is about endurance, and we must learn to support ourselves. When someone you love leaves, no amount of wailing can change the fact that life is inherently transient; when people gossip behind your back, no eloquence can defend you because the world is inherently unstable. When successful, good things surge like a tide; when defeated, everything falls like blossoms. Do not take yourself too seriously. Grievances, helplessness, and the urge to cry are all indispensable parts of your life.
Human life is short. Soon, we will turn to dust, or perhaps just a name, or even vanish completely without a trace. Since life is so brief, the things we highly value in life are often hollow, perishable, and trivial. As for everything outside of our frail bodies and breath, it belongs neither to us nor is it within our power to control.
