Happiness is like a wanderer on the side of the road
Wen | Jide Tu | Network Editor| Liema Green Onion
The Falcon is intoxicated with flying. Nightingales indulge in summer nights. What makes the wilderness shiver is the heat. Nassanell, hopefully all the emotions will enchant you. If the food in front of you doesn't make you intoxicated, it's because your hunger isn't strong enough.
Every successfully completed activity brings pleasure. That's why you know you're doing the right thing. I don't like people who see hard work as a virtue. If they feel miserable, they'd better do something else. Having fun doing something just means that we are suitable for doing it. Nassanell, the feeling of pleasure from the heart, is the most important guide for me.
I know what kind of pleasure my body craves every day, and I know the limits of what my mind can bear. After that, I fell into a deep sleep, and the earth and the sky no longer meant anything to me.
There are always some strange diseases that make people want to get what they don't have.
"So are we," someone said, "and so are we, we have experienced the pain of soul emptiness!" ”
In the cave of Aduran, David, when you were eager to drink the water from the clay pot, you also exclaimed: "Alas! Who can bring me water under the walls of Bethlehem! When I was a child, I always drank the water there to quench my thirst; now my lips are burned dry, and the water has fallen into the hands of the enemy. ”
Nassanell, never expect to look back and taste the nectar of yesterday.
Nassanell, never look for shadows of the past in the future. Every moment is brand new, grasp every moment, don't prepare anything for happiness. You know, even if you're prepared, the last thing that comes out is just another kind of fun that's unexpected.
Don't you understand that happiness is like a wanderer on the side of the road, which can appear in front of your eyes anytime and anywhere. If you say that the happiness of your dreams is not like this, and that it is only in line with your principles and intentions, and therefore assert that you have lost your happiness, then you are really unfortunate.
The vision of tomorrow is joyful, but the happiness gained the next day is another matter. Fortunately, things are never what people dream of; it is precisely because they are different that they reflect the value of each thing.
I don't want to hear you say to me: Come on, I'm ready for you to be happy one way or another. I just like the joy of encounters, the kind of happiness that makes me shout out in surprise. Such happiness rushes in like turbulence, fresh and intense, like the freshest wine that has just been brewed.
I didn't want the joy of elaborate whitewashing, nor did I want the lady of the book to come to me through the houses. I kissed her, too late to wipe the marks left by the grapes on her lips; after kissing her, before the temperature of the lips had subsided, I drank the wine again; I chewed on the sweet honey and ate the beeswax with me.
Nassanell, don't make any preparations for happiness beforehand.
About the author: Andre Gide (November 22, 1869 – February 19, 1951), full name Andre Gide, born in Paris, France, is a famous French writer. In his novels, he explores the moral dilemma he encounters in real life, and his major works include "Pastoral Symphony", "Counterfeit Coin Maker", "Food on Earth", etc., and has won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
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