"There are no ancients before me,
No followers behind:
Only the vastness of heaven and earth
On this mountain terrace.
Though heaven may know the ultimate,
Joy or sorrow is our own will."
I was single for a long time, unwillingly, but I still did my best to be good at it. I have always tried to do what I thought was right, regardless of how I felt. Still, sometimes--nay, often--I would feel so badly that I figured--literally then--that no one cared what I did at all. When I got to feeling like that, I did my best to convince myself that the caring was my own responsibility. It still is, but it's awfully nice to have been given a chance, and a choice, to share.
No followers behind:
Only the vastness of heaven and earth
On this mountain terrace.
Though heaven may know the ultimate,
Joy or sorrow is our own will."
I was single for a long time, unwillingly, but I still did my best to be good at it. I have always tried to do what I thought was right, regardless of how I felt. Still, sometimes--nay, often--I would feel so badly that I figured--literally then--that no one cared what I did at all. When I got to feeling like that, I did my best to convince myself that the caring was my own responsibility. It still is, but it's awfully nice to have been given a chance, and a choice, to share.
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