The ship of life

Ask the children when I am far away from the crowd. Do I have to go further?

He said that if you go any further, you will definitely be regarded as a madman. ...

I often use a metaphor to describe my body, and that is a ship. I can already feel that the parts on the ship have gradually left the ship, and I am on board.

For infinity, no matter how many numbers there are, they are only zero. For those who sail on the infinite ocean of life, no matter how much you feel, you just try to give it limited meaning.

Broken hull, unknown journey. Do I have to move on? Just like riding Qinghai Lake in the rain, I fear the power of nature. But I dare to face it, not act rashly.

Whether it's leadership courses, coaching, meditation, yoga, or even my lucrative job. ...

This reminds me of Bai Hua's The Boat.

"I have had many such adventures, from heaven to hell in a flash; Every lovely and gentle spray has become a mountain that rises and falls.

Every drop of sea water becomes pale, as beautiful and as blue; Vortex entangled with vortex, I was thrown into the sky and plunged into the abyss. ...

At that time, I even thought about suicide, and there was an endless ocean of pain in front of me; Giving up hope is like giving up the tiller, and you can only be silent and lament under violence.

Today, I have the right to laugh at myself yesterday and feel ashamed for being afraid of falling leaves yesterday; Many years have passed, and the hull has been hit by rocks many times. ...

I cast a net in the ocean thousands of times, just to capture a little life experience, and then suddenly realized, ah! The fact is simple:

Are you going sailing? There must be thousands of monsters coming out to stop it; Abuse and bullying are their games, and creating damage is their only talent.

I am destined to meet them often, because my name is boat; Facing an opponent who is ten million times stronger than himself, the only thing that can save himself is sobriety and courage.

Fear can only make you blind, and blindness can only exaggerate the ferocious face of the devil; Maybe I look more terrible than them, when I fight with my life and move forward!

As long as I have a complete keel, I will never sail into a sheltered harbor; Put life on the journey and let courage determine the width and length of the road.

I was completely free, and the bow became a shovel to bury them; I jump rhythmically in the waves, just like swinging on a huge swing.

Even if they finally tore me to pieces and turned me into some wood chips; I won't sink, never! I will also ride the wind and waves.

Later generations will recognize me in the fragments, and future poets will sigh:' There is a happy soul here, which used to be a long-distance ship ...' "