Chapter 722: Beautiful Ode

Beautiful Ode

February 29: Beautiful Ode

「My words, you don't understand? My words, you don't understand, this, I am also helpless. It's not that you must understand for me to live. I live, sometimes even I myself don't understand……

「In this world, no one's life is perfect; in this world, there is also nothing perfect. Although Confucius commented on the 'Shao Music', saying: 'It is utterly beautiful, and also utterly good.' That was merely Confucius being momentarily excited, speaking overheated words. As for how beautiful the 'Shao Music' is, how good it is, who has heard or seen it? 」

「When a day passes quietly, a poet asks himself: 'Yesterday, what did you see? What did you hear? What did you leave for the world? What have you realized?'」

「I have seen the victory of life' and the perfection and loveliness of life, realizing life's preciousness; and 'All acquisition and giving are like spring flowers blooming, like early autumn fruits' — indescribably beautiful. 」……

I am sitting on the bank of life, contemplating and questioning life.

Morning, amidst the birdsong, I cast my net into the sea, hoping to salvage something I hadn't expected. I don't know where those things are, nor do I obtain what use they have for me.

In short, I am forever laboring and striving. In labor and strife, days are happiest, time passes most easily. I hope, I pursue; I remember, I forget; I am my own wanderer. I am a wanderer of hope, sunlight shines on the road ahead of me, and I keep walking forward.

I can't recall who said this——life is really too sweet and too interesting, and the world is thus exquisite and lovely...... because life and breath, after all, are supreme..... I am alive, the great pulse of nature beats in my chest...... with each breath I have myriad echoes responding...... I hear the warbled songs of thousands of nightingales...... spring comes to awaken the earth from its drowsy slumber at dawn...... the earth, because spring has come, rejoices, trembling all over...... the bright and fragrant flowers...... it is because of its joy overflowing...... singing a beautiful ode to the sun........ \