Because of letting go, there is happiness; because of diminishing, there is contentment.
In this world, losing anything is frightening, but the only truly frightening thing is losing your heart, losing your courage. As long as you persevere and strive, as long as you look towards the future, life will forever belong to you. Your life's brilliance will surely endure. Falling in love with the wrong person, waiting for someone you shouldn't, holding onto hearts that are no longer worth loving – it's like dust in the wind. Some have already missed their chance, and the love they gave cannot be reclaimed.
Looking across mountains and rivers, some waits eventually fade into obscurity. Two lonely sorrows confess in the deep alleys of time. Some attachments have frozen over, whether expressed outwardly or inwardly, they were never wasted; they're echoes of emotions within. A fragile heart slowly blooms like a frost-covered plum blossom, not speaking of past coldness, nor of the relentless cruelty of time. I weave a serene beauty within my cocoon, wishing only for your heart to be like mine.
Life is just a cup of tea – whether full or empty, it has its own flavor. Whether fast or slow, it doesn't matter. Warm or cold, a smile exchanged – it's all the same. Life is painful because we care; it's hurt because of doubt; happiness comes from indifference. We are all transient travelers in this world; many things are beyond our control, everything is up to fate.
You never truly smiled, you never truly cried, you never truly raged, you never truly hated, you never truly loved – nothing is ever done perfectly. Everything is incomplete, and it's this incompleteness that makes you uneasy, that constant feeling of never quite belonging home.
