Choose? How charming the choice itself is! Because of different choices, we encounter different lives, and the charm of life is that it is only once and cannot be repeated.
If we can choose who we meet in life, are we what we want now? I will definitely be much more chic anyway.
But time is a river that runs forward without turning back. We have no choice.
In the rushing river, we will gradually grow old, and it will take away our innocence, ignorance and willfulness; it will blur the pain, joy and sadness.
There is no such thing as never being able to get through it, and there is no such thing as never being reluctant to let go.
Before reaching the next village, we had already forgotten the smoke from the previous place.
Who has followed us without hesitation? Who has left us without thinking?
Is life sharp enough? Is life profound enough?
Are you taking unnecessary revenge on those who hurt you? Or give a tolerant understanding?
Give up, no matter how hard you struggle, the result will be the same, it is just self-torture, just like what we are best at doing, hurting the people we love most, and then being hurt by the results.