There are too many helpless in life, there are too many disappointments, when there is not liking something when we would complain about ourselves, how how poor they are, unfortunately, have time to complain about on one side than heart to think carefully about the next step what did it himself. A heavy load of the heart. How many of the bitterly painful events of the past? How many memories do not leave scars? Life is not a glass of wine, drunk, it was not a good guy, there is no drunk is not a hero. So, you and I can only half-awake half-drunk, when will it become an immortal?
A heavy load of the heart. Looking for, when to return to natural color of life? When a breakthrough in the spiritual quagmire? When will the lock coordinates of a new life? When to stretch the mind is full of wrinkles? Perhaps, family friendship love tired heart had to accompany the course? Perhaps her side with the so-called arrogance, tired of heart had to pay the price? Perhaps, the human soul in a level point of view, is hopeless? Perhaps, what might not go thinking that life may reduce the unbearable burden.
Years of squandered, time flies, we can do is to not let our hearts tired. People really feel the soul will grow up the load, mental stress, most expect none other than a happy childhood, never really wanted to grow up. In fact, many of the answer is no. Perhaps there is a story deeply etched in the hearts of everyone, and accompanied by the growth of a lot of insights and inspiration.
Every person has in the past, these memories piled up in the past formed the corner in their hearts. Why not try something fun in the past all of those who do not discard the people living in the world there are numerous too. There are too many of those minutes, too many moments, there are too many choices, too much frustration, but this is too much behind the numerous, you can only give heart to take the deposition; a long moment of life is life, Let your heart alone to the sentiment, maybe take care scarred heart to the last drop of tears when the life no longer has a long, there is not a moment!
Life is a constant drift of the process, you and I have gone through every place, every person, and perhaps will become the Inn, a passing, always liked reminiscence, like reviewed. Now it found deep in their hearts, those things already in their time into oblivion, do not let heart too tired, do not think too many people and things no longer own. For the former Inn, only editing, but can not stop, for once in passing, can only be grateful, not to stay strong. Only the ever-advancing the pace of life is only possible in life passed away when not to find their own soul attribution.