The past of my life

A lot of time, just a past; Many lives are destined to be a past.

There is someone coming or leaving your life around the clock. Thus, the seen, the unseen; Remembered, forgotten. There are gains and losses in life. So, the unseen, see; Forgotten, remembered. However, invisible, is not equal to does not exist? What is remembered, will it never disappear?

Some of those who passed by went against us, and some went in the same direction as us.

And we go against the road, maybe we forget; Perhaps, in the life of one day, we will also occasionally think of just -- they are behind us, has been farther and farther away. Even if for some reason, but because of the distance too far away, I am afraid that no efforts can be pursued.

Those who travel with us, some pass us by, some may accompany us to walk a distance, but not for a long time. There are too many forks in the road of life, at each intersection, our choice will be different. You chose this road, he chose that road, so, just break up. On new roads, of course, there will be new companions, but there will also be new forks in the road.

Life was originally to us in the spare time to finish but gone good, the days of chaos does not make life happy, although there are many is unpleasant things in life, when learned to forget that moment, there is no more closely to imagine those past days, aimless acting is the best words, did not expect what joy, only hope that in the days of the slit, Ask for an inch of breathing space.

Among all the sentient beings, Vimalakirti said, "The body is like a phantom, starting from upside down. Is the body such as shadow, career edge is. His body is like fire, born from thirst." Life is flame because of thirst for love, and the world of mortals is beautiful because of desire. In fact, the mind like Buddha can not really understand the desires of life. But does not God also have times when he is trapped by his desires? Do not immortals also have a desire to think of the past on earth? The evil of desire, I think, is "evil"; The goodness of desire, I think, is "predestination".

The transformation from childish to mature is a process of constant improvement, and some of them come in, and some of them fade out. Once wanted to stretch out his hand to save, but found that hurt himself, this belongs to you will never run away, so now most of the time let nature take its course, not false, not arbitrary is the best answer!

It's a moment of inevitability.

The past around you goes on and on and on and on and on. How many people creep into our lives? How many things have we held firm to? And how many of them have faded from our memory over time?

You can stay, but you can't stay forever; You can drift, but can not be a lifetime drift. Day after day of hiking, how many people leave their homes do your eyes brush into each day? How many faces do your eyes remember each time you stop? Your far away, how many people see in the eyes but don't care. The window of the heart that has experienced many vicissitudes, do you care about local things every place you arrive?

"One must get up if one wants to live."

Life is a past, is there eternal life? How a short life can bear that eternal life! The world is dirty, polluted, pure in the dirty, die in the pure, eternal life in the dead, old in the eternal life...... Look at my heart very sad. Afraid that is the mentality of others, but it is not their heart can not erase the desolate? Dirty or clean, in the end will be nothing but a heap of dust.

What kind of life is just a past. Burning a red candle will eventually tear dry smoke out, opened a season of flowers will eventually be zero mud, even if the sea has changed a day. All this is the fate of time, whether long or short does not matter. Over and over, the history of the smoke cloud also only a very few life can be portrayed as colorful and perfect.

In the coming and going of the evil and fate, the Buddha can read all without fear and hatred, people do not and do not need to do. Therefore, there are people from generation to generation who want to understand. They forget, with their own past suffering into poison but eventually to be before the Buddha lotus pond water wash into limpid nihilism.