Girl, Are You Well?

Chapter 1: Everyone Has a Story in Their Heart

Everyone carries a story within their heart, some deep, some shallow. There are those who enter our lives for a time, leaving an imprint on our souls. How could we forget them?

In those innocent days, untouched by life’s harsh realities, how could anyone truly grasp the profound commitment of marriage? I remember someone once saying, “Love that isn’t aimed at marriage is just playing games.”

Perhaps you find this amusing, but it does ring true. No matter how far we wander, we leave home, only to return, driven by some purpose. We all yearn for joy, happiness, a place to call home, and love…

There may be pain, hardship, and weariness along the way, but happiness and joy will also find us. We all chase the ideal of a perfect life, yet reality often falls short, leaving behind regrets.

Ah, such is life!

Who among us hasn’t known pain, endured hardship, or felt exhaustion? We all have a final destination, but it’s the journey itself that reveals our true essence, painting a vivid portrait of our lives.

We run and chase with all our might, seeking success, but it doesn’t come easily. With every gain, perhaps something is lost.

Therefore, don’t be overly elated by possessions or disheartened by setbacks. Only then can you find your path amidst the triumphs and losses.

That year, your words, “Hello, boy!” began our story.

And I replied, “Hello, girl!”

Perhaps a subtle fate binds us together, as if you fell in love with me, and I with you. We shared countless conversations, endless topics to explore. Yet, perhaps by destiny’s design, our paths diverged.

You once said you loved listening to my stories, always silently attentive, until we both became characters in a tale of our own. Years have passed, and though we’ve moved on, we still hold onto the hope of being remembered.

Is it the lingering attachment in our hearts, or the yearning for that love we shared?

I often wonder how you’re doing now, if life is treating you well. After all, we haven’t spoken since we lost touch. We both know the past is irretrievable, yet we still wish for each other’s happiness.

Life is no easy feat for anyone in this world, and I know it wouldn’t be for you either. I remember your sensitivities—the chill of winter, the heat of summer.

Girl, I want to say thank you. And to time, I say thank you as well. You left, and so did I. Will our paths cross again in a distant land, or at some unexpected turn?

I know that one word, “goodbye,” has become our forever. Don’t blame the world for its swift changes, nor blame anyone else. It’s not you who changes, nor I, but the fickle human heart.

We are never content, never satisfied, always wanting more, as if we could possess the entire world. We lose ourselves in the ebb and flow of gains and losses, crying one moment, laughing the next.

Life is but a fleeting journey, a story unfolding. What matters isn’t the brilliance of the beginning or the end, but the substance we write into the narrative. We strive and struggle our whole lives to mold our souls, to reach enlightenment.

Ah, the mysteries of life…

You might laugh and say, “Isn’t life just about achieving enlightenment and becoming immortal?”

But enlightenment doesn’t equate to immortality. To achieve enlightenment is to become truly yourself, a unique individual who cannot be replaced.