Walking in the world of mortals is not as easy as taking your time, and sometimes it is more difficult than facing death calmly. After all, you can die if you endure for a while. The name of the world of mortals is pervasive. You can't escape the existence that spreads in your life. Just as the wind comes, the water is bound to surge. It depends on concentration. Either I drift with the wind and drift with the tide, or I am unmoved. I am still the same.
Because of desire, there is a feeling of concern, and there is a heart of gain and loss. I naturally care about other people's opinions and opinions, and I care about my reputation and status. Most of the so-called secularism comes from this. People hate secularism, but they can't get rid of it. Sometimes they are satisfied with secularism and even enjoy it. If there is no secularism, how can there be a distinction between high and low, different identities, how can we not distinguish each other, and there is a feeling of being superior! Therefore, secularism is a hotbed of secular people and a beautiful world on which secular people live and prosper.
Secularity is a strange circle, and everyone goes round and round, becoming snobbish and vulgar, influencing others and being influenced by others. Once someone doesn't rise and fall here, they will be regarded as heretics, feel that they don't know the way of the world, don't adapt to the trend of social development, and don't know how to be an official, how to do business and how to be a man. It seems that only by adapting to the rules of snobbery can we be considered normal. After all, the world is the world of secular people, the vast majority of people are secular people, and good forms are out of place. Once discovered, it is either assimilated or annihilated.
Some people are filthy, wallowing in the world of mortals, and exude vulgar habits, but they are self-righteous and self-righteous, and are considered by ordinary people to be able to eat and mix well. Some people are out of the dust, in the world of mortals, and their hearts are outside the three realms, but they are considered to be ignorant of the world. The rules of the world have been set, white is black, right or wrong. There is no decomposition of right and wrong, only obedience or not. The pool of spring water in my heart will never have a calm day. Maybe you are trying to become famous, maybe you are making a profit. Today I am nervous because of hearsay, and tomorrow I will be worried because of what I have heard and seen, and there will never be peace. My heart is either a mess or a chicken feather, dominated by vulgar words and fettered by fantasy and fantasy. I've been thinking about it all day, but I have no idea how to deal with others. Anxiety and tension, be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, at a loss, the pool in my heart has long been dirty, chaotic and broken. Calm and easy, it is tantamount to seeking fish from the edge of the tree.
In fact, life is short, like the morning dew, but you only have to work hard and Mo Wen will reap. Why do you care about poverty and wealth? Just keep a quiet and indifferent place and don't let the world wind wrinkle the pool water in your heart. Don't let the world of mortals fall over the holy land in your dreams, life will be different and colorful!