The past, which cherished humanity, has been etched into eternity by chance.

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I love a song, a music video from when I was a teenager, just starting to watch Phoenix TV: In the midnight sky, the moon casts the shadows of the clouds onto the heart of the waves, and Huang Kaiqin sings Xu Zhimo's classic: "
I am a cloud in the sky,
occasionally projected onto your heart's waves. You need not
be surprised, nor need you rejoice, for
in an instant, I vanish without a trace.
I am a cloud in the sky,
occasionally projected onto your heart's waves .
You need not be surprised, nor need you rejoice,
for in an instant, I vanish without a trace.
You and I met on the dark sea;
you have your direction, I have mine.
Whether you remember or forget, it's best if you forget
the light we shared at that encounter
. By chance, at the moment of meeting, we can also release dazzling light."
In the past two years, I've had "accidental encounters" with some friends, from acquaintance to tacit understanding, from jokes to deep feelings, from spiritual to physical. In these accidental encounters, the light that shone in each midnight ignited a desire that burned into ultimate beauty.
Humans are the sum total of animalistic instincts plus self-regulation and self-examination. In self-awareness, we always need adjustment and integration, independent thinking and self-repair. Through so many "accidents," we perfect and perfect ourselves.
The boy was shy on our first date, and the girl's face flushed like wine. That night, meticulously dressed, unfolded as expected, a surging tide of emotions. After a few drinks, I indulged in "tolerance," even feigning sleep to let them revel in the beauty of our first night…
When a kind and understanding couple appeared, all our defenses and concerns vanished. In their sincere eyes, I read expectation; in my own heartbeat, I heard passion. In their warm home, our first encounter was so beautiful, a memory to be cherished.
Few have shared this experience, but those we've known have become friends, more than just casual acquaintances. Life is always a mix of black and white, joy and sorrow; together, we amplified our happiness into the sky, while the dark clouds faded in the light. Freedom is always precious. Beyond the environment, it's the subconscious limitations we set from childhood that bind us, these limitations becoming the "shoulds" that imprison us for life. We should do this, we should do that, but we never consider why we "should." Mental limitations rob us of the freedom to experience, and failing to confront and practice further robs us of the possibility of transcendence, becoming a lifelong constraint.
Accidental thoughts, accidental attempts, accidental encounters—the brilliance of those moments of connection allows us to see wings. Touching my beloved's forehead, kissing her forehead, I ask, "Are you satisfied? Are you happy?" Whether shy or dreamy, marriage and the physical relationship progress from stimulation to sublimation. In these "accidents," we grow old, accepting the passage of time with equanimity. Perhaps one day I will no longer be "accidental," but it will be an accidental brush, an accidental experience, too many accidents that leave me indifferent to existence or non-existence, ultimately leading to emptiness. That is: freedom.
My beautiful wife will accompany me for life. And she never doubts that I will grow old with her. After these "accidents," our lives are etched. That day by the sea, in the car, a young man and I made love, gazing at the stars. My wife said: "From fear to love, perhaps there are many ways to understand life, but I always believe this is a way of loving." Even in old age, one can still be beautiful.
Indeed, it is. My wife and I met by chance in this time and space, as did my family and friends. Even life itself is a kind of chance. We know that matter will eventually turn to dust, but of all these chance occurrences, the only thing I'm willing to believe in is that the soul is eternal, regardless of age, death, or any other space: it remains beautiful.

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