Absent

Now that I am at peace, why the melancholy? The happiness lost buries the pain. Yesterday's emptiness becomes fullness. Live in a different way; one should no longer be hard on oneself.

The things that are gone, the real me — even if the world turns upside down, the heart is rock-solid, and there is still the beauty refracted by true feeling and kindness.

The waves slapping the beach — is it a restless impulse, or an insatiable desire, or a superficial stubbornness? Although the tide rises and falls, it is still just the thrashing of a caged beast. What cannot be changed is fate, is the result, is a fall from thousands of meters in the sky that cannot be stopped. Yet the true life is not death itself, but the heroic and tragically beautiful moments before death.

Each of us is like a chess piece on a board — some white, some black, just in different positions. Position is eternal, the pieces are replaced: this is life.

What of singing and dancing in peace? What of enduring hardship for an ambition? Success and failure, loss and gain, for yourself it is a lifetime; for those who have you, it is but a trifle. The virtual exists with stubborn reality, making reality seem a little hard to believe. Human desire is still just a primitive impulse; what can be developed is only a relative freedom. Yet who knows that which cannot be changed is God.

A philosopher said the present is forever. Perhaps we have always been sitting in a spaceship of the present, shuttling through eternity. The speed of light needs no frame of reference, so time is a point; what changes is only the coordinate corresponding to that point.

Possession does not exist, so sharing cannot hold. A person's birth is accidental, yet there is an inevitable end. Therefore life is both accidental and inevitable, unfathomable, illogical — a single drop of water in the river.