There are no wounds that cannot be healed, no despair that cannot end; everything lost will return in another way. The things we care about, the places we get entangled in, the past we cannot let go of, may seem insignificant when we look back many years later. Look at those white clouds, gathering and dispersing, dispersing and gathering again. Look at those roses, blooming this year, blooming again next year.

Therefore, some past events need to be learned to let go of, some mistakes need to be learned to forgive oneself, and some hardships need to be learned to release oneself.

Look forward, be brave, my friends.