A Small Note on Returning to the Source ∣ Leisure and True Nature, That is Pure Bliss.

Once upon a time, when our steps were hurried and time marched to its own beat, singing loudly in our ears 🎷, ticking away incessantly, trying to tighten the spring of life, making us rush and hustle. — After spending a long time in the small courtyard of Returning to the Source 🏫, I gradually began to understand that time was never really between our fingers, but hidden in the eyes of the wise, in the weathered stone benches, seeping through the cracks 🌈. The flowers on the table start to spread from the vase, the uneven stone path filled with soil, long-unused objects covered in a layer of fine dust ⚱️. — Another masterpiece of time is endowing us with the 'power of insensitivity', learning to be calm and leisurely as time passes. 'Leisure' is not an escape, but a kind of wisdom. 'Sitting idly by the window, often the day slips away', spending a sunset with a cup of tea 🍵, feeling compassion for a supporting character in a book. The days are plain and simple, yet calm and serene ❤.