It will take five minutes of your time, please read it through, you might make some discoveries.

A pedestrian was carrying a teapot on a shoulder pole when the teapot suddenly fell and broke. But he continued walking forward without looking back. Others hurriedly shouted, 'Hey, the teapot is broken!' The man calmly replied, 'I know. Since it's broken, what's the use of looking back?'

Well said — when something is lost, don't look back!

Some losses are inevitable. When the sky is frozen and snow is falling, we no longer see the hundred flowers competing for attention, or the purple swallows flitting through the woods;

When a person reaches the age of reason, the youthful fantasies become fewer;

Youthful romance, since it cannot be resisted, should be allowed to proceed naturally, letting life become open-minded, carefree, and composed.

However, not everyone can face loss rationally in life.

A young monk was standing on a cliff watching the sunset, tears streaming down his face. An old monk passed by and asked why he was crying. The young monk said, 'The sunset is so beautiful, but why can't it stay?' The old monk said: 'Silly child, knowing it cannot be kept, why force it?' What is lost has its reason, and what is destined to be lost cannot be kept even if you try.

In fact, losing something is not necessarily a bad thing.

Sometimes, loss itself is another form of gain.

When the seed dies, a new sprout breaks through the soil; when the flower falls, the fruit is about to fill the branches.

Sometimes loss reminds us to knock on another door to success.

Once something is lost, don't look back — keep moving forward. Look ahead; there is another path of scenery and songs waiting.

1. Being woken up early by the alarm clock means you are still alive;
2. Having to get out of bed and go to work means you are not unemployed;
3. Receiving some text messages or dining and gathering with people means you still have friends thinking of you;
4. Occasionally hearing unpleasant words from others means someone still pays attention to you;
5. Clothes getting tighter means you are eating well enough;
6. Always wanting to travel abroad to see the world means life still has pursuits;
7. Wanting to rest but not being allowed means your position is still important;
8. Reading these words and still being able to smile knowingly means you are joyful and happy.

Afraid of loneliness, we stay online on QQ all day yet don't know who to chat with.

We log into our own space to see the latest updates and check other people's daily moods.

We open the recent visitors list to see how many people are still paying attention to us. Sometimes, we highly hope there is someone who will come to see our page.I want someone to look at me. I'm afraid of being forgotten, so I often update my mood...

Many times, I don't want to chat or be disturbed. When someone sends me a message asking, 'Are you there?' I choose to stay silent.

Many times, I just want to be alone quietly, just want to be alone quietly, not thinking about bothersome things, letting my mind be empty.

I don't know when I started falling in love with solitude. I always feel like something is missing in my heart~ Then, I speak very little, silently observing the life around us.

I don't want to be disturbed by noise, so I choose to escape. Although I talk about being bored all day, no one knows the pain in my heart.

Every day, I repeatedly play those few songs, open my contacts, and stare at a certain person's number.

Night comes, yet I have no desire to sleep. I take out my phone and habitually log in to QQ, seeing very few people online. Then, I start repeatedly opening every group, with no other intention, just wanting to see.

I don't know when I got used to being invisible. Then, looking at others' avatars, turning them off... and then lighting them up.

Watching the noise in the groups, while I never say a word. Gradually, the flashing avatars begin to decrease.

Gradually, I start to understand that my life is accompanied only by myself.Lonely, lonely
My heart is also wandering outside alone
Tired, in pain
But I still have to keep going
I want to give up so much, I want to stay away so much
But I just silently watch
Why am I not a gust of wind, that I could just blow past
Why am I not a rainstorm, that after which there would be clear skies
Why am I not the air, at least being needed by someone...
Reality, really too real
The realistic me is powerless to hope for anything
The realistic me only asks that it is enough
The realistic me is just trying to survive
Life, life is just being born, living on, that's all
Falling down, so what, get up and keep walking
Crying, so what, wipe your tears, life still must go on
Being hurt, so what, gritting the pain, still have to face it with a smile
Tired, so what, powerless to bear it, so what, no one shares the burden anyway...
Behind the strong facade, who really understands...
I am tired, really tired, just want some peace and quiet
When it reaches the limit, I really just want to give up...
Give up on myself, give up on this world
Become a gust of wind, or a drop of water...
But
There is too much reluctance
There is too much unwillingness
There is too much helplessness...
Life still goes on
Life still continues
The future is still waving at me...
Come on!
The road still has to move forward! Build your own future, no one can walk it for you, guide you, or strategize for you, choose your own path, face it bravely, and continue walking through this life!