Feeling the Life Article: The Feelings in the Morning

The dawn of the morning sun will not smile at you in front of your window as scheduled. Sometimes you will smile with the rain or the gray mica. When you open your eyes, the world you see may be exactly the opposite of the world you are looking forward to. At this time, if you want to cry, you don't have to suppress yourself, but please cry, accept this world you can't change.

This world will not change for you. If you want to stay in this world, you may wish to faintly face her; please accept her with pleasure; wish to embrace her warmly.... No matter which way you use it, remember to be kind to yourself!

Yes, be kind to yourself. We are brought to the world by the mother, and we are passive. We have no right to speak. We are unable to choose what kind of country we are born in, what kind of family, what kind of background. Similarly, we have no right to choose. At what moment to leave, how to leave, we can not predict, can not choose. Fortunately, in this gap, we can choose how to spend it.

To spend in happiness or pain; to give or to ask for a moderate; to have no regrets or regrets to pass... In this 'gifry' sent by this morning, calm down and think....

Facing the true self, accept it with confidence. Maybe we don't have outstanding looks, but we can use the inner self-cultivation to substitute. Maybe we don't have extraordinary IQ, but we can make up for it with diligence. Maybe we are not taken care of by the god of luck, but we can present our most beautiful style in the status quo we have...

Even if parents can't treat each of her children fairly, we can accept tolerance for every test of fate. Think of it as a game set in life. When you are tired, don't force yourself to continue. When you are wronged, you don't have to bear it, let the tears vent. When you are happy, when you are happy, enjoy the joy of the moment........ We don't have to be perfect, we just have to be ourselves.

The world presents the same thing to everyone. Don't always look at the haze. Rain and sun; darkness and light; tears and laughter.... The former is not necessarily ugly, the latter is not necessarily beautiful.