- Like a Nameless Flower Hidden in the Mountains
The judgment of lacking or overflowing
is determined by my own temperament and true nature.
No matter how good my luck and fortune may be,
even if their flow only meets resistance and opposition,
that too, in the end,
is a matter of my own temperament and true nature.
How can one fully speak of or judge what is good and what is bad?
I simply polish my temperament and true nature.
Wherever you go, lives filled with longing
surely exist.
Even if that someone were me, what would be strange about it?
I am but one among countless people.
The flowers scattering in the mountains,
even though they could not show off their beauty
to others one by one, or gain recognition,
they would not consider their own life and existence,
their effort and meaning,
to be meaningless...
even until this very moment...
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After a gathering, I was getting on the subway when a friend I was with ran into someone they knew.
In that moment, my friend couldn't contain his overwhelming emotion and was incredibly happy.
He kept exclaiming in wonder and amazement, marveling at the coincidence.
Suddenly, I thought: isn't life just like this?
Some people have the temperament to feel moved and grateful over a single event,
while others, because of their numb disposition, let the same event pass by meaninglessly...
In other words, happiness and its absence in a person's life
depend not on objective events but on one's own temperament for perceiving them.
For instance, it's no different from those well-worn platitudes
about how you can be unhappy even with lots of money and happy even without it...
