Because some people are irreplaceable by others; and some memories can only be given so beautifully by you, isn't it? Just like the warmth of a cup of coffee, it is enough to settle a restless heart in the late night, listening to those long-accumulated voices. In fact, the lack of contact is often real, and busyness is merely an excuse. The truth is that we have lost ourselves. A lost life and lost beliefs have caused us to miss many things and leave many regrets.
Carrying a touch of warmth, releasing thoughts of longing, holding a strand of ink fragrance in a gentle smile, listening to the sound of flowers blooming on the path. Those lingering thoughts, passing through the cold winds of time, soften a heart of tranquility. I have always believed: to be bright is to be happy; to be happy is to be beautiful. In the plain years of life, display the softness of a petal of heart-scent, bloom the warmth of a robe of book-scent. No need for deliberate effort, no need for concealment. Let fingertips convey a quiet grace, let the mist of tea aroma blend with a shallow smile. In the clear and shallow light of time, watch over each other until old age...
Time flies past, dissipating like smoke. Looking back through the gaps of years at the path we have traveled, there is less of that previous sense of being moved and expectation. In busy days, we only look down at the road ahead, inadvertently missing many sceneries, unable to freeze and collect beauty in our haste. After the flourishing fades, only plainness remains. On the stage of life, we perform to the fullest, sometimes with emotion, sometimes with surprise, sometimes with sorrow. Every bit of brilliance, every bit of harvest, is a gift from life. I always believe that beauty is on the way.
When troubled, think about why you are actually troubled, and you will find that they are not big issues at all. If you fuss over them, you will be troubled. We must know that everything that happens is meant to happen; it is all cause and effect. Be grateful for what goes smoothly, repent for what goes poorly, and then let it go. Life is short, no need for regrets. If it is wonderful, call it a highlight; if it is bad, call it an experience. Forget all troubles and enjoy every day.
There is always an accident that becomes a habit, a habit that prompts expectation, an expectation that brings disappointment; there is always a disappointment that brings new expectation, and a new expectation that prompts changing bad habits, turning those habits back into accidents. Some things are merely accidents, expectations, habits, and finally become disappointments. Understand those accidents, change those habits, free yourself from disappointment. What is expected is a free and easy self.
