White Light

Everything is fleeting, and being ordinary is the most peaceful and comfortable life. The more deeply he realized, the more messy dreams he had at night, as if to embellish and make up for the boring life in the past, and to stimulate his inner creative inspiration. Although this kind of experience is not the direct experience obtained from books, the understanding of life is not much different, and it is even more transcendent and unrestrained. It can see the ridges and peaks side by side, and see the essence through phenomena. In the past, he always felt that the night was particularly sweet and gentle, which could relieve the anxiety and distress during the day and provide spiritual comfort and sustenance. Now I feel that this superficial tenderness is actually a turbulent undercurrent, containing a mysterious power. It would be so terrible if he could not break free from the dark nightmare. He would fall into the abyss of eternal destruction and never see the light. Now, every time he opens the window, faces the breeze, breathes the refreshing air, and looks at the sun rising from the east and shining on the earth, it seems that new blood has been injected into his life. He feels happy and uplifted. His life has never been more fulfilling and beautiful, and all the worries and troubles of yesterday seem insignificant and swept away. Although life is not satisfactory, it does not prevent him from living with hope and working harder.