Maturity is not the aging of the heart, but the calmness after prosperity. Life is like a tree, growing in the wind and rain, blooming in the sun, and bearing abundant fruits after the flowers fall. The beauty of the flower season and the sadness of the rainy season are gradually forgotten with the passing of time. What settles in my heart is half the pursuit of beauty and half the acceptance of imperfection. What I used to dislike and could not stand, I now just smile indifferently. Maturity is not about seeing through, but about looking lightly.
