Habits as a Way of Life
Habits are formed gradually, perhaps not caring at the beginning, but over time, they become dependence.
This dependence on habits is like the dependence on a person. Habit is a way of life; over time, it becomes a principle. Habit of thinking about a person, habit of silence, habit of disorder, habit of wandering in one's own world. Suddenly, there is a surprise, an uncontrollable smile, then habit of longing, habit of waiting, habit of greeting with a specific appellation. Afterwards, there is silence again, there is disorder again, like wind passing without a trace, but are they really without traces? Just a surface appearance, who knows the inside?
Everything will pass, beyond anyone's will, ( -), after a once-tumultuous process, it seems like a dream. Dreams will wake up, even if you give me endless sweetness, even if you give me endless melancholy, the new sun will still rise, dreams will melt into endless thoughts, perhaps accompany you for a lifetime, perhaps forgotten forever.
Keep what should be hidden, don't force yourself to forget, such compulsion will only make you suffer more; let what should be forgotten be forgotten; after experiencing it is a kind of growth, it is a kind of wealth.
Don't want to shed tears, but the sky becomes moist, close your eyes tightly, rain, drops on the cheeks. This, perhaps is also a habit.
