"Life is a journey of encounters and partings, and some people, even if they were once intimate, will drift away from each other at some point. "It reminds me of the terrible intersection lines that once intersected briefly, but were destined to move away at some point in the future, and farther and farther away."
In the long river of life, we are all that straight line, constantly extending, looking for our own direction. Some lines, never intersecting in a lifetime, they are parallel, quietly accompanied, do not disturb each other, but also constitute the beauty of life. Some lines, on the other hand, are destined to intersect, and at some point they meet and intertwine to form a beautiful intersection. However, this intersection is only short-lived, and the intersection lines will eventually separate, each continuing to move further and further.
The scary thing about intersecting lines is that they have intersected once but are doomed to parting. This intersection, like a dream, is beautiful and short-lived. When the dream wakes up, the intersecting lines begin their respective journeys, going farther and farther until they disappear from each other's sight. As if it was the silence after a feast, the excitement and laughter instantly vanished, leaving only the loneliness and memories of one place.
In the journey of the intersecting line, we are all passers-by, interspersed with each other but separated from each other. Some say that parallel lines are the most terrifying because they can never meet. However, I find the intersection line even more terrifying, because they have met and parted. Although the parallel lines do not intersect, they maintain their own distance, do not interfere with each other, and maintain a peaceful beauty. The intersecting line has experienced encounters and partings, tasted beauty and pain, and their trajectories are full of sorrow and joy, and can make people feel the vicissitudes and impermanence of life.
Life is like an intersecting line, we intersect with different people at different times, in different places. Every intersection is an experience, a growth. We have learned to cherish and parting on this line of intersection. We have found ourselves and lost ourselves on this line of intersection. On this line of intersection, we understand life and read life.
Intersecting lines are scary, but they are also part of life. Without intersecting lines, there is no richness in life. Without intersecting lines, there is no trajectory of growth. Without intersecting lines, there is no sweetness of memory. So, let's bravely face the intersection, cherish that brief intersection, and then move on to our own future.