Life is a predestined, and seemingly accidental is inevitable. Bitterness and happiness should be at will, gathering and dispersing should be at will, mood is impermanent, feelings are uncertain, we can only change with our hearts.
The heart is bitter, the heart is confused, the heart is cold and hate, the heart is cold and warm, the most bitter is the human heart, the most tired is the human heart, many sufferings in life are inexplicable, obviously very empty, but obsessed with it, obviously very absurd, but unforgettable.
Time is the antidote to pain, after half a life is self-evident, the first half of life is always unforgettable, after half a life, the heart is dead, the dream is far away, with a dead heart to live indifferently, no joy and sorrow, no self and no phase.
After half a life, whose heart is not broken and broken, the pain is silent, the collapse is speechless, in the face of life, what can we change, what if you don't accept it, no matter how many entanglements are in vain, no one can escape, no one can surpass, can only persuade yourself to want to open, force yourself to be strong.
The heart is immortal and the sea of suffering is boundless, only the heart can die to mature, only the heart can be liberated, if the heart does not die, bitterness and happiness will follow, wind and rain. Behind the quiet years is a dead heart.
Once a person is enlightened, he will have no sorrow, no joy, no love, no hatred, and no time to wait. Joy and sorrow are an obsession, there must be joy and sorrow, there must be gains and losses, joy and sorrow are difficult to last, if you are obsessed with happiness, it will be difficult to be happy, if you are obsessed with gains and losses, you will suffer from gains and losses, it is attachment that brings pain and loss.
Joy and sorrow are not attached, in order there is no sorrow and no joy, and gains and losses are not attached, in order to have no gains and losses. What you are obsessed with, it will often backfire, the so-called intentional planting of flowers does not bloom, unintentionally planting willows and willows. Non-attachment is a kind of fulfillment, and non-seeking is a kind of perfection.
Life is safe because of non-attachment, life is complete because of not seeking, less desire, less disappointment, asking itself is a kind of torture, making us humble, making us miserable.
Happiness does not come by itself, the less you want, the more you are safe, and the more you want, the more confused you are. It's not that life is negative for us, it's for us to lose life, we always want too much, we want fame, fortune and happiness, but there are a few people who can get what they want.
Desire to be bitter, make people want to stop, desire is like floating clouds, after all, it is empty, lost to time, lost to years. In the face of time, the past is with the wind, and in the face of the years, everything is a dream.
Time interprets the experience, the years express the vicissitudes of life, and follow the time, constantly experience and grow. The environment changes you and me, the experience awakens you and me, an experience, a realization, a time, a memory, the experience is helpless, and the realization is self-transcendence.
Life in the world, reluctant to go through some ups and downs, can't think of the ups and downs, want to open the clouds and light wind, in the face of life, we are all passive and confused. I want to open up and be at peace with what happens, happiness is all in a realization word, enlightenment in the experience, and slowly move towards not being confused.