The past is a poem

It's a plain as water, these days. Like the seasons changing, there are always certain people who come and go quickly in life.

I am acutely aware that life is not simple as I stroll through the commotion.

It can only be said to be the most beautiful when one learns to appreciate life's virtues and even its flaws! Life is always a journey of gain and loss, with moments of brightness and sadness mixed together. If life's journey proceeds exactly as planned, then perhaps it will feel uninteresting.

We've learned to appreciate and be thankful for it over time!

Whether happy or sad, the environment and the adventure we have traveled through will eventually heal with time. I think certain historical incidents will eventually be forgotten or dusty by time.

There will always be obstacles and ups and downs in life, as well as wind and sand that might be confusing to the eyes, on the worldly route. Flowers blossom and fade according to their own destiny, regardless of the number of years that pass or the changes that occur in the world. The highs and lows must be a part of life, even if they aren't the goal of it. Life will be full with touching experiences if you attempt to take it gently, savor its flavors, develop tolerance, understanding, and the ability to let go of things while smiling through their ups and downs.

Life is a cycle that never stops, with the grind of unimportant and tiresome existence eventually rounding out the corners and edges. The carefree, carefree life of the past has slowly vanished. Though living has taken on an almost calm stance, the initial aim remains unchanged.

stated: "When a woman is looking at the sky, she is not looking for anything, she is just lonely."

perhaps! Happiness or sadness, bitterness or sweetness, time is the natural state of existence. Everybody has a cozy sadness of their own. The best people are the ones who have persevered through ups and downs, tasted the wind, rain, snow, and cold of life. Sincere generosity and haste.

Over time, each person develops their own tale, unique color, goal, and sense of helplessness. Perhaps the true definition of perfection is simply imperfection. The purest kind of beauty.

Isn't life complex, akin to a kaleidoscope, with a multitude of happiness and sorrows? You can only truly comprehend the meaning of surviving until you have learned to value and let go of things.

According to a saying: "The flowers are gorgeous, but they can't escape from withering; the maple leaves are fiery red, but they can't escape from falling."

Perhaps this is how life really is—plain and ordinary, filled with happiness and rage, joy and sadness, and an excessive amount of obstacles along the way. Life will only be immensely beautiful if you can learn to be joyful and content with the circumstances, see past the bitterness and tragedy of human existence, worry less, be more tolerant, and be more carefree.

For it is not conceivable for humans to have a smooth journey or a smooth road beneath their feet. There's only one way out of this: alter what can be changed, forget what should be forgotten, and treat yourself with kindness. Live each day with ease by accepting the things that cannot be altered. You'll be calmer and your life will be full of sunshine!