Meeting You This Life, Not by Chance (Classic Good Text)

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I've always believed in a saying: Whoever you meet, he is the person your life should bring to you, not by chance, he will teach you something.
So I believe:No matter where I go, that's where I should be, experiencing what I should experience, meeting who I should meet.
Yesterday was a scenery, saw it, blurred.
Time is a passerby, remembered, forgot; life is a funnel, gained, lost.
One year's age, one year's heart, time refines the heart.
Years go by, deepening our understanding and perception of life.
In the world, there are no injustices, only unhappy hearts.
Don't complain, don't hate, accept everything with equanimity, the past is like smoke.
Maturity isn't about age, it's about learning to let go, learning to be gracious, knowing not to strive.
Some sorrows are unspoken, not because you don't feel them, but because saying them would be pointless.
Those hidden wounds aren't about caring, but about learning to heal them slowly.
No one's life is always filled with happiness and joy, there will always be some pain that torments our minds.
We can choose to calm our hearts and slowly settle those pains. If we constantly stir them up, pain will fill our lives.
Life isn't always as you wish; life isn't always as you like.
Therefore, don't be agitated in your heart, don't be trapped by emotions, don't fear the future, don't dwell on the past. Like this, it's good.

Don't be too harsh on yourself, because you can't bear it.
Don't be harsh on the past, because it has no value.
Don't be harsh on reality, because you have to continue.
Because of compassion, we are tolerant; because of responsibility, we bear the burden.
Because of indifference, we are happy; because of letting go, we are blessed.
People can't withstand tests, so don't test people easily.
It's hard to understand people's hearts, even harder to understand your own. Until your heart is settled, everything is unsettled; when it's settled, it's settled in the present moment.
A quiet mind brings wisdom; a troubled mind brings foolishness.
Choose a simple life, not because you don't yearn for grandeur, because you understand that fame and fortune are fleeting, and only those who can endure loneliness can elevate themselves.
Life is like a wind, rises and disappears; ideals are like a lamp, burns and goes out.
Human relationships are like rain, when they fall, they dry; friends are like clouds, they gather and disperse.
Idle worries are like a bottle of wine, drunk and sober; loneliness is like a star, shining and fading.
Loneliness is like a moon, rises and falls; death is like a dream, tired and sleeps.
This body won't spend this lifetime, but to what lifetime will it spend?
The Bodhi tree has no trunk, the mirror has no platform. Originally, there is nothing, where does the dust come from?
After a thousand years, under the Bodhi tree, a book recounts the past, wait for another lifetime of destiny, just to see you once again.