I like a passage from "The Way of Heaven": "If my abilities can only leave me in poverty, then poverty is my value. What I want to do and what I can do are two different things, and that depends on the conditions. As long as I don't realize the way myself, you can't give it to me; even if you give it to me, I can't hold onto it. Only when I realize the way myself can I possibly achieve it, and what I can achieve is mine." The harshest slap in the face in this world is reaching for the moon on tiptoes, only to end up shattering the bowl in your hands. How many people live like gamblers, betting their entire fortune to chase a mirage, only to lose the three pounds of millet drying at their doorstep? What you think is brave solitude is actually greed dressed in a hero's cloak; the peak you envy may be a cliff that others have no way out of. One must learn to plant flowers in the mud, rather than walking on stilts to pick clouds.