Night Talks | Maturity is a Radiance
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In the eyes of middle-aged people, the confrontations dissolved, the rivals of the early years disappeared, the enemies of the past no longer harbored resentment, and more often than not, all sorts of people, young and old, were taken care of.
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ExcerptAuthor: Yu Quyu
Maturity is a bright but not glaring light, a smooth but not ear-piercing sound, a kind of no longer needing to scrutinize the words and deeds of others composure, a finally stopping to plead for recognition of atmosphere, a washed-clean of bias indifference, a need-not-to-make-a-sound solidity, a capacity to see far but not steep height.
I have always believed that at a certain period, at a certain society, even if all the young people and all the old people were misled, as long as the middle-aged people are not eccentric, things will not go too far.
In middle age, the immature fruit of life has become so full, the noisy youthful clashes have solidified into magnificence, even the heavy social responsibility may dissolve into everyday life's state.
By the time one reaches the age of self-reliance, one still doesn't have spiritual independence, this is a common tragedy of many middle-aged people.
Middle-aged people are most prone to a fault: they entrust all their hopes to their elderly.
Nowadays, one is struggling with food and clothing, doesn't smile and speak, endures hardship and grievance, all in order to gain a dignified, wealthy, and free old age.
However, we have repeatedly seen that a mediocre middle-aged person arriving at a happy old age. This is like a muddy upper section cannot bring a clear lower section.
Used to being depressed, can only continue being depressed; used to being petty, can only remain petty. And because of the physical weakness and loss of friends in the dusk, depression can only become more and more depressed, and petty can become more and more petty.
Only in middle age can one raise independent masts, raise high white sails, sing resounding songs, and then have a good wind to strengthen the sails, seagulls to guide the way, and find one after another quiet harbors to let you choose carefully.
Middle-aged people's insistence should rise to the point of view and to the point of character, and character is difficult to express.
In the eyes of middle-aged people, the confrontations dissolved, the rivals of the early years disappeared, the enemies of the past no longer harbored resentment, and more often than not, all sorts of people, young and old, were taken care of.
Don't underestimate this 'caring' word, at least half of the charm of middle-aged people is related to it.
Middle-aged people lose their main feature of square inch, the main feature is to forget their age, sometimes they want others to treat them like young people, sometimes they want others to treat them like old people with respect.
A big man can't make a decision on a slight issue, often seeking to complain to leaders, and whenever something happens, they run away and don't take any responsibility, they dare not take a bit of responsibility.
A Western philosopher said that only people who have experienced vicissitudes of life will truly understand the philosophy of life. Similarly, what an old man says is ten times thicker than what a young man says. I cannot completely agree with this.
Philosophy arises in the maneuvering of two opposite forces, therefore it favors middle age. All outstanding philosophers have completed their thought systems in middle age, which is the evidence.
Old age is like poetry. This is not to flatter the elders.
Middle age is too practical, too busy, in total it cannot be considered poetry. Youth is often romanticized, but youth's poetry is often too passionate and lacks atmosphere. According to my standards, lacking atmosphere does not count as good poetry.
Only in old age, the heavy mission has been unloaded, the hardships of life have also been understood, the ten thousand red dust have moved far away, and the slow life rhythm and the slow downward pace constitute a summary and inductive slight and sound, and poetry's atmosphere appears.
Yearning for peaks, yearning for heights, the result of peaks is only a foothold, cannot walk horizontally, cannot go straight, only enjoy the pleasure of overlooking for a short time, how can it stand and sit for a long time?
Upward has no road, downward is still difficult, I feel unprecedented loneliness and fear. The real warm and beautiful colors in the world arethe earth, hidden in deep valleys.
The height of ruling everything constitutes self-mockery. I have seen it mocking, so I quickly came to test the steep slope going down the mountain.
Life is really difficult, it is not to find something when reaching the peak, and when reaching the peak, it is not to grasp something.
It seems that one must constantly go up and down, up and down.
Time is fleeting.
Don't miss the sunset and the evening glow.
No matter where you are in age.
As long as there is a hidden tiger in your heart.
Stick to your persistence and belief.
Then you will be blessed with brilliant light.
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