What can change in the years from 25 to 37?

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By Friends of Ten Points

What's it like to be 23 years old, the age when you're talking about marriage, and still be stuck in a crush?

I was in love with a coworker, so much so that I didn't dare to look at him, and I was afraid that every look I gave was like begging him.

It felt like he was the most expensive toy in the window, which I couldn't afford, but was so obsessed with that I could only lie on the window and sneak a peek.

The world is so vast, the mountains and the sea and you are like a dream, always untouchable.

Until later there was a man, came to me, said he loved me. He taught me to open my heart, put my love, put out of the altar, hold in the two hands in the heart of the hand, promise me to grow old together, never leave.

I realized, originally men and women, love and be loved, are very common, but there are to and fro, can be called love.

Some people have asked me if it is more difficult to love someone when they are more mature.

No, it's because the more mature you are, the more you know what kind of person you want.

It's hard for an adult to get involved in a relationship that's destined to end in failure.

When you know that, you're an adult.

The most important thing you need to learn is to accept parting.

The appearance and departure of all things have their own destiny, and people are the same.

Around the friends changed one after another, people come and go, how much I want to have a can stay with me.

But everyone has his own life, sad and happy, can not force.

When I met a friend who hadn't seen me for two years, I couldn't even tell the most common joke except to exchange pleasantries.

New friends don't know the old temperament, old friends don't know the new life.

Ordinary friends will be disappeared, the heart of the friend will fade, the heart of the people is often difficult to guess.

It's a blessing to have someone to talk to in your life.

Everyone comes to your life, is to accompany you to walk a period of time, the fate of the end, will be for various reasons to leave you, but they will always leave you what, either a warm lesson, or a bad lesson.

And it's in these inevitable losses that we, in turn, accept parting and grow up, one year at a time.

Ananda said to the Buddha : I have fallen in love with a woman.

The Buddha asked Ananda: How much do you like that woman?

Ananda said: I would like to take the form of a stone bridge and be subjected to 500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain, just to have her pass over the bridge.

All those who can't move on in love should read this story first.

Even if you really don't love, you should say goodbye solemnly, and live up to the expectations of each other.

After all, you have been so in love with such a person.

"Don't like a person because you are lonely."

This is what he said to me when he broke up, not knowing if it was an apology or advice.

Just separated days, always without reason, worry that I will forget you, although it is impossible.

But later, or slowly get used to life without you, out of the shadow of the past.

You have seen the moon in the sky, the moon in the water, the moon in my eyes.

But you have not seen the moon in my heart.

The name of that moon is your name.

Because of you, I finally understand, the more defiant, the more to choose the right direction.

Only in this way can we be precise and accurate, and happiness hit a full embrace.

Unconsciously, has been married for six years. The six years of time, in addition to leaving traces on my face, is to teach me to know how to cherish.

We will still argue, will be cold war, will be sweet, will be romantic, and six years ago, the only difference is that we understand each other better.

When cooking, you can mix the flavor of his favorite food with your eyes closed, and he cuts my toenails and scratches the mole on the center of my foot, and sees me twisting and laughing, even though my laughter is not as sweet as it was in my twenties.

The day was slow and easy, and the water was fine. We also have a pair of children, parents, but I am still a sentimental person, easy to cry.

The difference is that now there is always his shoulder to lean on, comforting me while laughing at my fragility.

If the taste of life is really as salty as tears, fortunately there is still him, to be the sweetness of my heart aftertaste.

It is interesting to say that I was also a spoiled man, and today I am often praised for my gentleness.

Why? Maybe half of it is because of the awakening of motherhood, and half of it is because of the cherishing of this marriage.

Than the many people who love but can not, can know and love, married, and hand in hand through the watery years, this is a very low probability, extremely lucky thing.

I can't imagine what I would do without him.

When I came home for New Year's Eve, my parents always used to say, "How did you lose weight again?"

Even in recent years, my belly has long been obvious to the hard to ignore.

Twenty-something years old, just saw the vast world, determined that they have a great deal to do, the eyes of the gradual lack of hometown of the square inch, on the parents also lost fear.

From looking up, to looking down, to looking down.

Parents are employees of the garment factory, retired in the street opened a tailor store, I always thought that they are ordinary life to the people, mediocre.

However, the year before last, when I went home to renovate the old house, I saw a small box of photos, which showed my father sitting on a motorcycle, wearing a flight jacket, toadstools, wide-legged pants, exploding head, gloves studded with shiny rivets, my mother in a colorful old Hong Kong star dress, big wave curls, long hair, eyebrows like a painting, bright and beautiful.

I remember, my father drunk, favorite step on the stool to sing "Hotel California", and my mother is now the neighborhood square dance best aunt.

Their youth, once so radiant, but do not know the day, for an unexpected life, for me, into the factory, washed away the prosperity, ordinary life.

Although for them, it may just be a matter of course, for the sake of the child, lost a body of pride in exchange for stability, it does not seem to matter.

But I finally realized that in the family, a lot of understatement details, in fact, are amazing dedication.

When I look at my own children, I always think of the time when I had a high fever in junior high school, and my dad was carrying me in the middle of the night, running through the dark streets, knocking on the closed door of the clinic.

Perhaps gratitude is something that can only be experienced at my age.

In 2012, when I went to Yunnan to shoot a movie, my van slipped on a slippery road and fell into a sea.

At the second when the water was about to fill the van, I finally smashed the glass with an oxygen tank and crashed the door open.

A group of seven people, wet sitting on the side of the road waiting for rescue, strong sunlight, shining on the wet ground, rising mist, I was so exhausted, even a finger can not lift up.

In the moment of dying, I didn't have any other thoughts, all I could think of was three words: I want to live.

I still have my family waiting for me, I still have a lover to love, I still have an ideal to realize, I can not die.

Those nagging, like the ex said I bad words, coworkers snitching, file saving failure, the phone was stolen by pickpocket, and so on and so forth, when the mood is not good, will be repeatedly recalled the old things.

In seven hundred kilometers from home, just from the ghost of the road, I suddenly became very ridiculous.

Friends, life is the most important thing, the rest is trivial.

The mountains are high, life is like a tour, don't spend too much power for the sake of superfluous emotions.

A lot of things are not necessary to keep blocking in the heart, that is their own torture themselves. Think openly, live a more enjoyable life.

All look very relaxed, very nice people, just more than you realize the two words, "release".

A lot of people envied me later for having no worries, and I advised them to have no worries except for life and love.

In 2017, when a typhoon hit Zhongshan, Guangdong Province, a man tried to hold up a truck in the gale.

In the end, the van overturned and he was crushed to death.

Many netizens said the man was crazy and ridiculous, but they didn't know that the van had only been bought two months earlier and was meant to support a family.

That day, after watching the typhoon warning, he was going to take a break, but for the $150 reward, he went out of the house and then never went back.

Every time I see news like this, I feel like my heart has been whipped hard.

I've seen a lot of people who have lost a lot because of money, like love, like health, like the dignity that would have been left.

To be honest, I want to be rich, to be honest, I want to give my loved ones, food and clothing, this life is peaceful and happy.

But I can only honestly continue to make money, after all, lucky people, never a minority.

Life is like an ocean, and money is your flatboat.

You don't like to take the boat, you can only jump into the sea, keep swimming and swimming, good luck to climb a small island, bad luck can only swim for a lifetime, until the swim can't stop.

There are also some people, can not swim, leave the boat, you can only drown in life.

It may be a bit pessimistic to say so, but we live our lives under the pressure of money.

More than that, there are people who suffer more painful things, making money is considered easy.

Natural or man-made disasters, fate has a million ways to keep us from living the rest of our lives in peace.

As Maugham said, "We fight as hard as we can to live an ordinary life."

Perhaps a sign of growing up is to start working hard for money and never wanting to regret yourself because of it.

I'm afraid of meeting the person I most want to take care of at an age when I can't do anything about it

I'm afraid of losing my dreams one day

and still being able to go on a numbing spree

I'm afraid of living a life of inactivity

but consoling myself with the idea that being ordinary is valuable

If every time I grow up