"I was standing in the wilderness. I just stood there. There was nothing but grass around me. Did you know? There was a fire here later." Qi Yuan pointed to his heart.
"Huh?"
"It's still burning. Do you think that when the fire goes out, there will be nothing left here?"
He smiled.
"But you should know that wildfires never burn out, and the spring breeze blows them again."
Intention: "You don't have to grow into a rose. If you are willing, you can be a jasmine, a daisy, a sunflower, an unknown flower, or thousands of others. Even if the whole world wants you to grow into a rose, I still hope you can be yourself."
