Life Whispers

Once, I heard a voice in my dream, which was a voice asking: What is the real Beautiful Life? I couldn’t answer it for a while, so I had to sleep. When I woke up, I was thinking whether a beautiful life is a persistent pursuit of the value of life, or a deliberate pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty? I think maybe it is. If not, why do I look at the dark night again and again, and my eyes are always searching for the beautiful and bright sea of stars in the sky; why do I listen to the pure voice from the world quietly again and again. I often worry about my yearning, listening carefully, the beautiful background of my life being stained with dust, and I am afraid that my flexible lines will be changed by the secular world. I always think like this, I am always so determined, that beautiful life is like a clear stream, like a bright spring, a bright moonlight, a bright brilliance in the sky, never return, always shine, always smile and be optimistic. Sometimes, my yearning and listening are blocked and stranded by myself, which makes the beauty and splendor go away and the pure voice disappear. This kind of life is no longer beautiful, brilliant and pure. I am afraid of such a life. Isn’t it a meaningless life? When I stand on the plateau, when I hold high the beautiful life, that beautiful life is my own, and it becomes my own eternity.

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