Original title: I don’t want to grow old
Chen Baofeng
Stop and go, half a lifetime has passed, time can’t stand talking. Spring has come to an end, summer has come, a turn around, spring becomes a story, a look back, summer becomes a landscape, in the reincarnation of the four seasons, everything will meet unexpectedly.
Time flies, and those who don’t want to be old are getting old. There are too many unwillingness in reality, and I have gradually compromised. Some things are really powerless. Although there are too many reluctances, I accept it. They tried their best and failed to manage this life well, what they lost along the way, what they regretted, everyone knew in their hearts, but there was nothing they could do.
Sometimes, the more you care, the more torturing you. Desire is the root of all suffering. For some things, what you get may not be a blessing, what you lose may not be a disaster, and what you want may not be a regret. Some of the regrets you think are likely to be avoided for you.
I think that a person’s true maturity is probably: he still likes things he likes, but no longer insists on having them; he still fears things he fears, but he dares to face them. Do not dwell on the past, do not hesitate in the future, know how to let go, and live comfortably. If things go against your expectations, please believe that everything else is arranged, and everything you lost will come back in another way.
In this life, people have to go their own way, whether it is good or bad. There are feelings in the world, warm and cold, don’t say tired, no one will share it for you, don’t say bitter, no one will taste it for you. Everyone has silent tears, who has been spared by the years, time may not prove anything, but it will definitely let you see through a lot. Don’t expect anyone to feel bad for you. When you are the most difficult, when you carry it alone, others can’t understand your pain and bitterness. Learn to hold back tears and grievances.
I can’t tell whether I’m tired or grown up these years. I always feel that it is difficult to do anything, to communicate with people, and to live a difficult life, but the most real feeling is not sadness, but exhaustion. In the adult world, money is a bargaining chip for survival, not love for money, but helplessness.
The tree knows when the bird is tired, and the sky knows when the cloud is tired. However, who knows when people are tired. It was only after I grew up that I realized that the world of adults is indescribable. I cried but said it was okay, and I was tired, but still persisted. Sometimes silence is not in a bad mood, but because of mental and physical exhaustion. People laugh in front of people because they can’t cry, and cry behind people because no one cares when they cry. Strength may be: laugh for others to see, cry for yourself.
You don’t need to tell everyone how you got through those tough days. Most people only look at how high you fly, and few people care whether you are tired or not. Therefore, what to do, the way to go, do not back down, do not waver. No matter how difficult it is, tell yourself: keep going! Don’t let you fall short of your ambitions, and don’t betray what you’ve been through. In this life, if you make mistakes, you don’t have to regret or complain. There is no perfect person in the world. Fall down, get up and move on.
To time, we are but a tiny speck of dust. A lot of those journeys in life are just sighs of meeting and parting, which cannot change the passage of time at all. I once thought that the beautiful scenery will continue forever, and the good times will accompany us all the time, but we don’t know that time will also have an old day. We can only grit our teeth, measure the road with our feet, and shine the sun with our sweat. No matter how high the mountains and rivers are, the road ahead is the direction of our hearts.
Strength is the shell of our soul, which maintains our fragile and turbulent world. Only by being strong can we resist temptation and the invasion of cold currents, give the spirit a fulcrum, and give the soul a home.