Maybe one day, when no one knows, the alarm clock won't turn off or the car won't start, and we'll realize how lucky we are to be alive! Then, if we do not shut ourselves down soon, we will encounter a mysterious force that is insurmountable. Then, like fish at the confluence of currents, we are sometimes overwhelmed by the mystery, retreat back, and divert our attention by the trivialities of the world, thinking that it is easier to race with others than to face this sudden mystery. But if we are lucky enough to dive into the world that is hidden by our life plan, we may be able to return to our innate sense of being. In life, when life comes to us with salty water, it is easy to close our shells like a clam. But sooner or later we will lose the ability to close our shells, just as old mussels can no longer close their shells, and then we will be forced to be deeply washed by the sea. So, when we run away from life -- either out of fear from a situation we can't control, or out of pain we don't want to accept reality, there will be a moment when we are so nervous that we will suddenly be shocked by the dewy patches of chrysanthemum, and though we may be in a hurry, we can't help but stop. Gazing at the full dewdrop that glistened with the morning light. Even though there may have been a voice reminding us to hurry and return to the arena of life, the dewdrop on that petal is like a mirror reminding us that we don't need to go anywhere in the first place. Let me tell you a story. One sunny spring day when I was still living in New York, I went for a walk in Central Park. I liked to walk along the edge of the park. At the corner of the path, I saw a clown blowing bubbles. So, I started to chase a bubble, I don't know where came a little girl about five or six years old, followed me to chase the bubble. Suddenly the bubble went out, and the little girl and I looked directly at each other, her face full of wonder. She pointed her finger at me as if I were an old friend who had popped out of a bubble, and she burst into laughter. I pointed my finger back at her and laughed. Her mother laughed, too, and took her hand and walked away. I waved and watched her walk back to her old life, thinking that if I hadn't met a new friend, Bubble's disillusionment might have been a shame. There is a Japanese word "Kintsugi," which refers to the art of pouring gold into gaps, as cracks caused by wear and tear from everyday use are seen as beauty rather than damage to the object. In this sense, I believe that we find gold more by "entering" the fissure than by "filling" it. We all hold some of the most important things deep within us, and when the experiences of life rain down on us, the seeds of our soul are nourished, taken root and spread out into the world through this crack. Maybe one day, no one knows when, we will lose something precious to us. Maybe at the moment of discovery we will feel depressed, distressed, sad and afraid that we will never get it back. Sometimes, this precious thing -- perhaps our precious dream, a justice we cling to get back, a precious self-worth -- they are like an egg "snap" to the ground, the shell cracked into several pieces, the egg is overflowing, we helplessly watch their treasures smashed to pieces, then I don't know how to say, But this is our journey of life: the meaning of the journey is not that we run to the end of the race, to win a trophy, nor to see the crack of gold, but that you fall out of the beautiful egg yolk, rendering everything in life. A moment of introspection - In your journal, describe a part of you that is hatching, a wing that is still being carved, and then point to a truth or an obstacle that suddenly allows you to be born and spread fresh wings.

A man and a woman meet and fall in love, and then one day the romance begins to give way to the reality of life, and the relationship goes off balance from the moment one of them can no longer be an equal partner because they are afraid, not strong enough or can't find any reason to continue. Until one day, one partner becomes too strong to control the other, or one partner can't stand the other's control and has to exclude the other in order not to be bound. At this point, if balance can be restored, the relationship may be able to continue. But if they can't recover, and the imbalance continues, no matter how much they love each other, they will go their separate ways. Even if they were still living together, they would grow apart. Those who break up, some people may not fall in love again. Others are lucky enough to meet new lovers, but in a new relationship, a new round of entanglements is inevitable, because old problems will return without resolution. This is a spiritual law, and until we overcome the old problems, they will continue to arise to stimulate our growth. And so, fortunately or horribly, there is always the opportunity to try again and approach the problem in a new wa

y.

Maybe one day, when no one knows, the alarm clock won't turn off or the car won't start, and we'll realize how lucky we are to be alive! Then, if we do not shut ourselves down soon, we will encounter a mysterious force that is insurmountable. Then, like fish at the confluence of currents, we are sometimes overwhelmed by the mystery, retreat back, and divert our attention by the trivialities of the world, thinking that it is easier to race with others than to face this sudden mystery. But if we are lucky enough to dive into the world that is hidden by our life plan, we may be able to return to our innate sense of being. In life, when life comes to us with salty water, it is easy to close our shells like a clam. But sooner or later we will lose the ability to close our shells, just as old mussels can no longer close their shells, and then we will be forced to be deeply washed by the sea. So, when we run away from life -- either out of fear from a situation we can't control, or out of pain we don't want to accept reality, there will be a moment when we are so nervous that we will suddenly be shocked by the dewy patches of chrysanthemum, and though we may be in a hurry, we can't help but stop. Gazing at the full dewdrop that glistened with the morning light. Even though there may have been a voice reminding us to hurry and return to the arena of life, the dewdrop on that petal is like a mirror reminding us that we don't need to go anywhere in the first place. Let me tell you a story. One sunny spring day when I was still living in New York, I went for a walk in Central Park. I liked to walk along the edge of the park. At the corner of the path, I saw a clown blowing bubbles. So, I started to chase a bubble, I don't know where came a little girl about five or six years old, followed me to chase the bubble. Suddenly the bubble went out, and the little girl and I looked directly at each other, her face full of wonder. She pointed her finger at me as if I were an old friend who had popped out of a bubble, and she burst into laughter. I pointed my finger back at her and laughed. Her mother laughed, too, and took her hand and walked away. I waved and watched her walk back to her old life, thinking that if I hadn't met a new friend, Bubble's disillusionment might have been a shame. There is a Japanese word "Kintsugi," which refers to the art of pouring gold into gaps, as cracks caused by wear and tear from everyday use are seen as beauty rather than damage to the object. In this sense, I believe that we find gold more by "entering" the fissure than by "filling" it. We all hold some of the most important things deep within us, and when the experiences of life rain down on us, the seeds of our soul are nourished, taken root and spread out into the world through this crack. Maybe one day, no one knows when, we will lose something precious to us. Maybe at the moment of discovery we will feel depressed, distressed, sad and afraid that we will never get it back. Sometimes, this precious thing -- perhaps our precious dream, a justice we cling to get back, a precious self-worth -- they are like an egg "snap" to the ground, the shell cracked into several pieces, the egg is overflowing, we helplessly watch their treasures smashed to pieces, then I don't know how to say, But this is our journey of life: the meaning of the journey is not that we run to the end of the race, to win a trophy, nor to see the crack of gold, but that you fall out of the beautiful egg yolk, rendering everything in life. A moment of introspection - In your journal, describe a part of you that is hatching, a wing that is still being carved, and then point to a truth or an obstacle that suddenly allows you to be born and spread fresh wings.

A man and a woman meet and fall in love, and then one day the romance begins to give way to the reality of life, and the relationship goes off balance from the moment one of them can no longer be an equal partner because they are afraid, not strong enough or can't find any reason to continue. Until one day, one partner becomes too strong to control the other, or one partner can't stand the other's control and has to exclude the other in order not to be bound. At this point, if balance can be restored, the relationship may be able to continue. But if they can't recover, and the imbalance continues, no matter how much they love each other, they will go their separate ways. Even if they were still living together, they would grow apart. Those who break up, some people may not fall in love again. Others are lucky enough to meet new lovers, but in a new relationship, a new round of entanglements is inevitable, because old problems will return without resolution. This is a spiritual law, and until we overcome the old problems, they will continue to arise to stimulate our growth. And so, fortunately or horribly, there is always the opportunity to try again and approach the problem in a new wa

y.