Chapter 713: What befalls everyone depends on the present opportunity

What befalls everyone depends on the present opportunity.

February 20: What befalls everyone depends on the present opportunity.

February, spring is still slowly walking along the road, arriving leg by leg. Now the hawthorn is red, the grass is green. She, like time, has never stopped.

February, I sit by the river, watching the birds fly back and forth, again and again landing. Those awaited far shore and sky, they cannot reach. They fly and stop, stop and fly, the sky and ground retain no trace of wings. I often draw near them, wanting to understand them, thinking they are lost and wandering; actually, many times I myself am truly a lost bird.

Listen, who is telling me in the dark――――

Spring comes year after year, youth fades year after year. The brief, fragile flowers of spring bloom hopefully, yet meaninglessly wither, while life is like a dewdrop on a flower petal.

"Sea water, what are you saying?"

"It is an eternal question."

"Sky, what is your answer?"

"It is eternal silence."

"A person is a newborn child; life is a miracle. His strength lies in, like a bird, relentlessly pursuing the far shore. The creator of mystery is always great; for no one has the right to control it, to retain life. 'I again ponder: under the sun, the swift may not win the race, the valiant may not win the battle, the wise may not gain food, the Brightness wisdom's may not gain wealth, the dexterous may not gain joy; what befalls everyone depends on the present opportunity……………."