Waiting

In participating in the whole construction of the soul, we will find that we do little, but the result of our efforts can give birth to many beautiful thoughts and abundant fruits. Who can say that such a thing is worth while giving up the fragrance of a beautiful blooming flower for the sake of a little pain now?

We will see the step by step, we will not regret because of the choice to adhere to, will not feel confused because of the choice to leave the comfort zone, all we do is to let our cultivated soul can purify and sublimate, gradually away from the original rough, finally return to the original rough. Human life is a complete open loop, each node is closed to the next open loop.

Who does not believe that the essence and brilliance of life are not the result of their own design? ! We all know that life will grow out of the beautiful appearance, like the sea pearl grew up inside, want to drink your tears, and with its own inside the dust as a food to eat, suffering is not the necessaries of life and personal growth, but a beautiful make life any call waves need to be far away the waves lapping.

The romantic undulations of the waves are only discovered by those who love freedom and pursue beauty. If there is another life, I will be like the waves in the sea, I will run bravely on the skin of fish, beat on the rocks on the beach, and chase the huge ships in the ocean. Perhaps the fish would talk to me and sing to me songs that they would only sing aloud during their happiest days together.

I would look up at the full moon overhead, and on a sunny day, lying quietly on the surging waves would reflect on my body the commands of the moon and the lines daubed on my body and the mysterious black hidden treasures beside the lines. I toward the moon goddess wave wave when, the goddess of long sleeves in that wide cold palace stroked my full scar face with her gentle hand, so gently across my side.

If I have the freedom to change, I want to be what kind of object or with what kind of identity, I think, if I have to do a spell, can let my surge of emotion surge is most into a flying bird, singing a happy song, memories of his own childhood imagination, with a broken heart, happily flying under the sky, flying above the island.

I would say hello to the fishermen, and I would sing a happy slow song to the happy runners on the beach. Who will understand why I sing? Who can understand what I'm singing? Does what I do have to make sense? I can't find out the so-called noble meaning, I only know that the biggest goal of people living, for me, is to get rid of vulgarity, live a noble life, live a valuable life, as for what to do, my heart, the person I love most, he will tell me everything.

He gave me a simple start, the beating courage in my heart gave me the courage to perfect myself, let me become a stupid person with wisdom, let me become a reckless person with quiet calm, let me become a lonely person with warmth. What as if I was as a heavy burden or forced to helpless choice, if I had never thought that I was lying, for at least five years ago, I was think that work is a process of self-destruction, lying down doing nothing or doing things is the life style of the original.

Once again, I would like to mention death. I have no good theory in the face of death's pursuit. I have no powerful weapon to resist except to do a good job and make him perfect. The length of life is not a person's annual rings, but what kind of efforts to do what level. Without entering the field of writing, I have no secret weapon against death but god. However, when I picked up the pen and began to draw on the paper, my heart had a look forward to, facing the death of the pursuit of me more a detached quiet, is one by one on the paper of the text he is my soul purification ladder, is my life to decline the most powerful resistance weapon.

Now I understand why a lot of geniuses in the sky would calmly face death and poverty, because they know that what makes life meaningful is not money or material, but just a necessary step to support life towards greatness. Without such pedal person wants to go up stair can appear difficult heavy. I don't think that hardship will certainly produce good works, but I think the fruit that suffering can produce is too romantic and difficult. Only those who are burning the flame of love in their hearts will not give up the confidence to struggle and the strength to move forward before disappointment.

Seen the sky meteor, also from the crowd crowded, the mood is a bad service woman, a little bad for her she will throw a tantrum, will let you disorderly feet. No matter you are having yesterday's brilliant or have today's humble, this will not have the slightest impact on the sun in the sky, why is the sun so firm not to be bound by thoughts?

Because the sun does not need any comfort or heat, it is always self-luminous, self-shining life. I think of the songs of my childhood, I want to plant a sun in my heart, let it shine forever on my way forward. Light up my humble heart, light up my insecurities, and loud my fears.