Story: All Things Have Passed
Rushed through the years of youth, now, when I look back, all things have passed!
In the wildness of youth, not knowing what it all meant. There was a time of carefree living. We admired mountains and rivers, drank and sang. With a few friends, by the lakeside, under the green mountains. The earth as our bed, heads resting on the mountain ridge, gazing at the colorful clouds, lying down and discussing the joys of life. Talking about future ambitions. What more can a couple ask for in life? This is enough.
Sometimes we climbed high to see far, with lofty ambitions. Sometimes we played in the clear waters of streams and lakes, reluctant to leave.
Sometimes we sat quietly reading, finding it equally enjoyable. Liking the green of spring and the red of flowers, we went to see them. Liking the coolness of summer waters, we went to swim. Liking the bitterness of autumn, we listened with our hearts. Liking the snow of winter, we went to collect it.
Immersed in nature, following our feelings, step by step towards the heart’s destination. But now, when I think of it, all has passed.
In youth’s loneliness, there was much stargazing at night, thinking bitterly, learning eagerly. Striving with thought, not without joy. Exploring for the heart’s belonging. Since ancient times, all sages were lonely; I should be their successor. Life was unsettled, like duckweed. But floating, enjoying it. No regrets. Just occasional thoughts of familial and friendly ties, without wounding the spirit’s pure essence.
Standing alone on high to look far is a necessary course for the purification of the soul. The “cure” for the troubles of the mundane world. The so-called good medicine tastes bitter and smells astringent. It is evident that purifying the soul is not a particularly happy thing.
Behind the aloofness and isolation, there is also the bitterness and astringency. But that state is so enchanting. This cannot help but admit that the trifles of the mundane world are so tiresome. Thinking of the years struggling in the trifles, isn’t it full of mixed emotions?
All things have passed, forget them…
Now, a walking corpse, living day by day. Is this the inevitable development of the soul’s highest state? Thinking of it gives me a headache, the thought makes my heart tremble. Only sleep can…
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
