Our hearts are essentially fields. If we do not plant roses there, thorns will grow. Joy is the rose that makes us wealthy, while greed is the thorn that makes us poor. A person whose inner world is bound by various desires is, in reality, a slave to the world, though they may not realize it. It is not frightening to start from a low point; what is truly scary is having a low mindset. The more one focuses on the self, the less room there is for development.
On the path of life, if we understand tolerance, empathy, and forgiveness, our days will be warm and peaceful. If we lack tolerance, fail to understand, and offer no concession, life becomes increasingly troublesome. Many of life's frustrations stem from our inability to be considerate, our excessive attachment to our own opinions, and the mutual lack of understanding and compromise that hurts each other's feelings. Often, life is simply an act of consideration and understanding.
While obsessive love is often considered a flaw, it is easily praised by outsiders as a form of willpower or conviction. Perhaps due to a general tendency to sympathize with the weak and the defeated, people often approve of or praise those who are obsessively in love. Even if they do not agree, they are reluctant to cast stones. As the saying goes, "Sincerity can move even stone and metal." In such an environment, obsessive lovers sustain themselves, only to eventually spin a cocoon around themselves, imprisoned for life by the love they wove.
Every present moment you are dissatisfied with stems from a past where you were unwilling to work hard, take action, or make changes. That "past" is not a distant memory but the thoughts and actions of the very previous moment. Your current thoughts and actions will instantly become the new "past." Life flows through countless moments, and one day it will end. You may feel relief or be filled with regret and remorse. It has nothing to do with others; it is merely the result of your actions in every present moment.
Forgetting a person does not mean never thinking of them again, but rather that when they occasionally come to mind, there are no ripples in your heart. True forgetting requires no effort. In everyone's phone book, there is a number you will never call but never delete; in everyone's heart, there is a person you will never mention but never forget.
