Life

All living beings are bound by their own cages. Some have mismatched marriages but end up with virtuous children. Some couples are harmonious but plagued by poor health. Those as healthy as pines sigh over their empty pockets. Those with houses full of gold and jade often worry about their mediocre descendants. Some achieve success in youth but pass away by middle age. Some waste half their lives but achieve greatness in old age. True love meets heartless playboys. Those who toy with life encounter devoted beauties. Extremely intelligent children often drift apart like duckweed, while dull-witted descendants bring joy by staying close. Some toil like bees and ants, barely making ends meet all their lives. Some, cunning as foxes and rats, rise to power momentarily. Some, holding precious virtues, drown in the dust of the mundane. Some, chasing waves, end as ephemeral mayflies in the vast sea. Masters of literature are trapped by fame and wealth. High officials are burdened by power struggles. Merchants hoard goods but worry about sales. Farmers plow, hoping for a good harvest. Nature shows no favoritism. Life is inherently imperfect. Even the sun and moon have phases of waxing and waning; mountains and rivers face collapse—how much more so for flesh and blood? In the vast universe, who isn’t but a speck of dust? On life’s journey, all are weary travelers. Fate changes like chess moves; life renews like cups of tea. A hundred ways to strive, each bearing their own storms. Those chasing greed and anger only add to their sorrows. Those content with simplicity find clarity. Don’t envy others’ towering mansions; tend to your own humble hearth. Hold onto contentment, and the breeze will knock at your heart’s door.$NVIDIA(NVDA.US) $Super Micro Computer(SMCI.US) $Tesla(TSLA.US) $Coreweave(CRWV.US)