The first time, when it could be aggressive, it pretended to be humble;

The second time, when it was empty, it filled it with love;

The third time, between difficulty and ease, it chose easy;

The fourth time, it made a mistake, but comforted itself by thinking that others would make mistakes;

The fifth time, it was free and weak, but regarded it as the tenacity of life;

The sixth time, when it despised an ugly face, it did not know that it was exactly what was in its own mask. One pair;

For the seventh time, it stood sideways in the mud of life, unwilling but timid.

——Kary Gibran "I despised my soul seven times"

If there is an afterlife,

Be a tree,

Standing for eternity,

There is no gesture of joy or sorrow.

Half is peaceful in the soil,

Half is flying in the wind,

Half is covered with shade,

Half is bathed in sunshine,

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Very silent and very proud,

Never rely on, never look for.