People know happiness, but they can't find happiness. Sticking, I think happiness is far from myself, and I am blame everything around you.
Silent night sky, you may experience a lot and feel good. Looking at the sky, a star, complaining, "Why isn't it me?"
Yes, in this way, happiness is more far away from you, but you don't know that in the side of the mountain is the sea, the vast sea, you want to listen to the sound of the sea, but you have a mountain, the mountain in the heart.
I also complained that complaining about the incident of this world, complaining about the narrowness of this world, narrow people almost suffocating, and turning the head, but found that the narrow thing is not surrounding, but my heart.
It is the reason why the wind will have it. And about the wind, there are high priests, I am a problem, I am not a sorghum, but I can still take out my own attitude, because I know that there is inevitable fruit.
