The more experienced a person is, the simpler and calmer they are; the more superficial a person is, the thinner and more restless they are. Every time I read this sentence, it leaves me speechless. I do indeed belong to the latter. Someone once said to me: 'What I hope for is that you can better engage with life, make use of your talents, and mature in a better way, but I don't want you to be overly sentimental or emotionally changeable because of me. I just want to be a sister who is helpful to your life.'
Is there a chasm between the rich and beautiful and the loser?
But somehow, that doesn't seem right to say.
She is not rich and beautiful, and I am not a loser. The so-called distance is only something I imagined, just like all tragic stories have a heart-wrenching background. My restlessness is merely the result of daydreaming.
I actually find that the truth is closer to this: in male-female relationships, there is a type where one party is more willing to see the other grow because of them, and this process gives them joy and a sense of accomplishment.
Such giving is actually selfless and can also make their inner self stronger.
The more experienced a person is, the simpler and calmer they are.
Even without love, at least the story is real, not a childish daydream that inevitably leads to a sad ending.
With the accumulation of time, I find that I am especially good at justifying myself. Some things are right, and some are wrong. I am making efforts to better understand myself, and only I know my progress.
As always, I will be grateful and not force what I cannot have in this stage of life. Perhaps in the future, what I desire will come on its own; after all, who knows what will happen next?
I will not be infatuated.
I am also not opposed to the possibility that love could happen tomorrow.
If I meet a suitable girl, I will still pursue her.
I understand that going with the flow is best.
A literary explanation of being unfaithful
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