Another year the sycamore trees are in bloom.
I once thought that if I failed to become a doctor, my youthful ideal of helping the world would be forever sealed. Until I helped a little girl pick off the balloons hanging on the branches under the sycamore tree. She told me that there was no need to do anything earth-shattering, just picking up a balloon for others was fine.
At that moment, I suddenly understood that gentleness and kindness never need a dazzling stage. I let go of my obsession and used every little thing to place my tenderness and kindness in the ordinary daily life of fireworks. In the years to come, when I am in the human world for a moment, I will save all sentient beings and myself.
Intention: Ordinary kindness is also gentle salvation, and saving others can also save oneself.