What is the opposite of love, is it hate? Or nothingness?
Some people say, I hope you hate me, because that proves that you loved me.
A Buddha said that love and desire are like holding a torch and walking against the wind. If a fool does not release the torch, he will burn his hands.
We often equate love with possession, possession of the other's body, possession of the other's heart, and asking the other's heart to leave a place for ourselves. It's like he loves her and loves her so much that he has jealousy, jealousy, violence, and distortion.
The love of men and women always can't escape this vicious circle. Although it is often said that loving her must give her freedom, it is only selfish like me, but it is always a prison, and only the limited freedom in the circle is allowed. I thought it could be controlled and grasped.
In fact, what we once possessed, things will be destroyed, and people will leave. What we have is just the time we spent with each other, and then, to remember.
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departure, because there is far end.
Walking is to reach that end.
I have always believed that travel is a kind of self-salvation, jumping off the daily trajectory and examining what I want in my heart. The power of inertia is so terrible that we often forget to escape this vicious circle that has no end and no beginning.
I heard that there is a kind of meditation, which is for walking. There is no other thought, just aware of every step of oneself, walking for the sake of walking.
He walked in TEXAS for four years, and the end he was looking for was the place called PARIS, which was the beginning of his life. Walking allowed him to get rid of all kinds of barriers and listen to what he was going for.
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four years, I thought I could forget, or at least no longer suffer. It's just that we often deceive ourselves, and when we see each other, we are still unforgettable and heartbroken.
However, we at least learned to let go, learned to give up, learned to no longer own, no longer possess.
Finally, we two independent individuals can meet each other, but never come close. It's not that we can't, but we don't want to.
We on both sides of the mirror overlap in the reflection, without heartache, without hysteria, once hurt has passed, and I hope the future will be peaceful and quiet.
Continue on the road, although I don't know where the end is. Hopefully, since walking can save the past, it can also save the future.
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The image of the guitar is always accompanied by wandering and loneliness. The sound of wiping the strings is so clear, loud and profound in the desolation of TEXAS. On the road, the guitar is suitable, sad but not sad, sorrow but not complaining, just a sound, following the footsteps of the walker, forward.
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