Scars from life
The world is supposed to be round, but I frequently believe it to be square because of all the minor injuries we sustain from random corners.
However, I discovered a profound fact about life when traveling to the West: the people we love the most are the only ones who truly suffer.
It's true that the man you abhor the most can make you angry;
Your level of irritation will increase.
the actions of simple strangers;
But those are simply temporary illnesses;
Every life will demonstrate this law;
Hands we adore deal the vile wound that throbs and thrills.
The best attire, the sweetest elegance, are frequently displayed for outsiders; yet, our own are given the carefree demeanor and the frowning countenance.
We flatter people we hardly know, we appease the transient visitor, and we frequently inflict mindless harm on those who care about us the most.
True hearts don't bloom every year, and love doesn't grow on every tree.
Oh, woe to those who see only this tomb-cutting scene!
But sooner or later, the truth becomes apparent to everyone through the test of sorrow: The only people who cause us grief are those we love the most.
