Thirty Years Crossing

Life is inherently colorful and there is no need to make it up; destiny has its own path and does not need to be changed. Life is an ever-flowing river, and we are all the ones crossing it. The people who have helped me, who I have helped, and who have come and gone, never really left. Thirty years later, when I sit here and write these past events, I finally understand: all encounters arise out of necessity. The meaning of life is to gain a profound tranquility after calmly accepting all the past.