Time flies.
We are a group of passengers in the car of time, galloping on the one-way line of life. Can't slow down, can't turn back.
Sadness and joy, gathering and dispersing, success or failure, like flowers and plants on the roadside, passing by in a flash.
All the experiences and feelings are rushing to the back; we are moving forward. It's amazing how people think they're walking with life, when it turns out they're just passing by.
Life is a live broadcast without rehearsal. It's up to you to act what you do. Well done, everyone is happy. If the performance is broken, it can't be stopped, it can't be restarted, the scene can be changed, the sub-appearance can be changed, or even a role or crew can be changed.
But what kind of stage is this. Different crews, different stories, performing on the same stage, all live broadcast. Influence each other, make a cameo appearance with each other, and go their own way, each continuous and infinite.
Actors need to be very careful when speaking, doing, and performing their relationship with other characters. They must act well in their own play without hindering others from acting.
Buddhist practitioners remain aware at all times, take care of their physical and mental activities, reflect on the motives behind their words and deeds, and cherish the various connections with others and other lives, because we know that the drama of life will never be repeated again. Chance.
is short-lived and cannot be repeated, so our lives have to be meaningful.
- excerpt from "The Play of Life"
