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Once, those clear eyes sparkled like the brightest star in the night sky, radiating purity and curiosity, as if they could penetrate all the illusions of the world and reach the essence of things.
A heart as still as water resembled the tranquil pool in the Ancient Temple in the Deep Mountains; no matter how noisy and chaotic the outside world became, it remained undisturbed, reflecting the tranquility and serenity of time.
And there you were, journeying through the winds and rains of time, like a fearless Wanderer, carrying dreams and hopes, steadfastly moving towards the distance, each step filled with strength and belief. But now, why have you fallen into despair?
Despair feels like a swamp shrouded in thick fog, pulling one deeper into its depths, gradually sapping away motivation and direction.
You once shone with vigor like the sun rising in the morning, brimming with boundless energy and vitality.
At that time, you understood how to think, like a wise philosopher who could deeply analyze various life issues and seek the truths behind them. Whether contemplating social phenomena or pondering the meaning of life, you had your own unique insights.
Yet now, why have you become so restless and worldly?
Like a leaf drifting aimlessly in the wind, swept along by the currents of society, losing its roots and merely chasing superficial splendor and vanity.
You once loved reading and writing with a passion that ran deep within your bones.
When reading, you were like a child greedily swimming in an ocean of knowledge, immersed in a wondrous world constructed by words, sharing joy and sorrow with characters from books.
When writing, you resembled a skilled craftsman meticulously carving each word, expressing your inner emotions and thoughts through ink and brush.
But now, why are you indulging in cups? The liquid in that wine glass seems like an Anesthetic, allowing you to forget your past passions in a slight intoxication, lost in fleeting sensory pleasures while neglecting the desolation of your spiritual world.
Why has that once-familiar you become increasingly strange?
Like a mirror that was once clear and bright but has gradually become dusty over time, becoming blurred and indistinct.
Worldly Affairs shift unpredictably; Vanity Fair bustles with activity like a massive whirlpool filled with endless temptations and conflicts. If you cannot persevere, you will end up like a ship without direction, mercilessly eroded by this whirlpool until your original intentions are lost.
That original intention is like a precious seed that could have grown into a towering tree but has gradually withered due to external disturbances. If you cannot remain steadfast, you will be like a directionless kite, drifting along with the currents of the wind towards an unknown distance.
Sometimes, a sense of inexplicable loss surfaces from the depths of the heart, like an invisible hand tightly gripping the softest part of one's being.
One cannot help but ask oneself: have you, or I, lost that authenticity that once accompanied us like a shadow? It is akin to a child losing a beloved toy, filled with confusion and reluctance.
The media personality Bai Yansong speaks in his essay "Without Peace, There Is No Happiness" about a fable from Mexico that feels both distant and close to us.
A group of people hurriedly rushes along, their hurried demeanor resembling that of a flock of sheep blindly running in one direction.
Suddenly, one person stops. He stands out like a bright light in the darkness, appearing particularly striking among the crowd.
The person next to him asks curiously, "Why have you stopped?"
The one who stopped smiles and replies, "I was moving too fast; my soul was left behind. I need to wait for it."
This scene is reminiscent of a high-speed train where everyone on board is rushing to their destination, oblivious to the scenery outside the window. Yet one person suddenly realizes that their soul is still lingering in the beautiful fields they just passed; they need to pause and wait for it to catch up.
On the road of time, you and I are both travelers and passersby. If we go too far, will we forget why we set out in the first place?
A mountaineer focused solely on climbing higher peaks may lose their way along the journey, forgetting that they climbed to enjoy the view from the summit and to feel the joy of conquering the mountain.
If we move too quickly, we will inevitably brush past certain people, events, thoughts, and beautiful moments.
At a grand flower exhibition, if you hurry through, you might only see a blur of colors while missing each flower's unique beauty and fragrance, as well as opportunities to share insights with fellow flower admirers.
Often, we rush forward blindly, moving hastily without knowing where we are headed or where we will end up—like a headless fly bumping around aimlessly.
Time quietly slips away beside us; at first, we do not notice its gradual passage day by day, just as we do not pay attention to the fine sand slipping through our fingers each day.
It is only when one day our thoughts quiet down and we observe the changing seasons and departing swans that we are suddenly struck by the realization that our soul has been left behind without us noticing. That feeling is akin to discovering oneself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by an absence of familiar warmth—only endless loneliness and confusion remain.
Many people set out on their journeys with ambition, carrying poetry and dreams of distant places in their hearts. This reflects a yearning and longing for a beautiful life.
A group of brave explorers embarks on their adventure, driven by curiosity and desire for the unknown world.
However, due to too many burdens, uncertainties, and circumstances beyond their control, as they continue on their way, some become complacent, like a long-distance Wanderer weighed down by heavy baggage, gradually losing the courage to move forward.
Some become disheartened along the way, like a flower that withers halfway through blooming, having not fully opened before it fades. Some companions drift apart, like a flock of migrating geese scattered by a storm during their journey. Some even lose their way, like a ship adrift in the vast ocean without a compass, sailing further into darkness.
The Book of Songs states: "All things have a beginning, but few can reach an end."
This is akin to many people setting grand goals at the start of the new year, yet as time passes, very few manage to see them through to completion.
When the soul dances with life, its true essence is revealed. Yu Youren described Monk Xuyun as "entering prison first, embodying both compassion and wisdom."
Monk Xuyun shines like a beacon, steadfast in his faith even in the darkness of prison, illuminating those around him with compassion and wisdom.
Scholar Xiong Peiyun hopes to achieve a state of living that embodies both compassion and wisdom; thus, he wrote: "Entering prison first, embodying both compassion and wisdom; though I have not yet arrived, my heart longs for it."
This represents a pursuit of noble qualities, akin to someone searching for light in darkness—though they have not yet reached that place of illumination, they always hold onto hope in their hearts.
The soul ferries others while also ferrying itself, much like a boatman who travels back and forth on the river; not only does he bring passengers to the other shore, but he also grows and transcends in the process.
Sorrow or joy are merely fleeting moments in time, like shooting stars that flicker in the night sky—brief yet brilliant.
Time passes without leaving wrinkles behind, like a breeze sweeping across a calm lake, leaving only momentary ripples before tranquility returns. Often, being overly concerned about gains and losses stems from an inability to let go; it's like a miser clinging tightly to wealth while losing more precious things such as friendship, love, and inner peace.
Many times, one cannot help but be concerned about gains and losses because they cannot let go; it's like being trapped in past memories, unable to move on from former regrets and tormented by unchangeable events.
In this world, there will always be people or things that gradually drift away. How do we place that noble and profound soul?
In a turbulent world, how to protect a precious piece of art.
Give me the sun and moon, so I can see the valleys and the cycles of day and night, just like understanding the full picture of the world through the alternation of light and darkness, knowing both sides of things.
Give me the morning, so I can travel under the sunlight; the morning sun symbolizes hope, providing us with the strength to move forward.
Give me wisdom, so I can calmly observe the fluctuations of worldly affairs, like a sage standing atop a mountain, overlooking the vicissitudes of life while remaining unperturbed within.
Sometimes, fantasy and reality are only a step apart; with our hearts yearning for it, we will always move from one landscape to another. Just like seeing a beautiful garden in a dream, we strive to head in that direction upon waking, moving from the desolation of reality to the flourishing beauty in our hearts.
Time is vast and distant; in fact, just a beam of sunlight can illuminate our inner selves.
That beam of sunlight is like a glimmer of dawn in the darkness, capable of dispelling the gloom within. No matter how far we travel, it is worthwhile to pause and reflect on the journey we've taken through mountains and rivers—did we lose our way amidst storms and rain?
A wanderer on a long journey occasionally stops to look back at the path traveled, wondering if they lost direction during tumultuous times and made wrong choices.
Life is a journey that may be near or far, guided by the light towards our original goals. If we cannot reach them in a day, then let us walk for a year; if not in a year, then let us walk for a lifetime. It is like a long marathon race—not concerned with speed but with whether we can persist until the end and reach our heart's destination.
Among the things we have lost, what is the most precious?
How can we regain the qualities and abilities we once had?
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