Chase Your Own Dreams, Walk Your Own Path
Rain, it can be swift, it can be gentle; the road, it can be flat, it can be uneven. In the world, there are fortunes and misfortunes; in life, there is joy and sorrow. In favorable circumstances, do not be arrogant and complacent; in difficult times, do not be discouraged and mournful; things will eventually turn for the better. On the journey of life, no matter what, we must keep moving forward. Both honor and disgrace, we must face them calmly, be at peace with gain and loss, and remain unconcerned with success and failure, and still move forward.
A wise person must be humble, a great good person must be tolerant. Only small minds are aggressive, and petty good people are miserly. Those with great stature do not boast; those who boast of great stature are insignificant. Great achievement is simple and understated; small talent is flashy. Truly elegant people must have a heart full of tolerance and compassion for all beings; truly noble people treat those stronger than them with respect and equality, and treat those weaker than them with equal consideration.
If I had another life, I would be a bunch of cosmos flowers, forever, without sorrow or joy. Half buried in the earth, serene and peaceful; half soaring in the wind, proud and silent, never relying on anyone, never seeking anything. If I had another life, even without love, I would strive to be a lovable person. Not blaming anyone, not mocking anyone, not envying anyone. Shining in the sunshine, running in the rain, pursuing my own dreams, walking my own path.
Always believe, even if you miss the blossoming of March, you will still meet another blooming of crimson at the corner. This April, I don't need surprises, I just want to embroider a passage of text as always, smiling faintly in the flow of time. After countless things, all dust will settle. Let me lightly follow the red dust, watch a tide go in and a tide go out at the corner of the years,. Let me grant myself a spring of warm flowers, a warm embrace for the coldness of a wandering journey.
