Every beginning needs a pause — a quiet space to listen to our own soul.
This first post from The Open Chapter is a reflection about time, regret, and the gentle art of being present.
生活是本翻不完的书，
每段经历都是一章未完的诗，
留下或深或浅的笔触。
(Life is an endless book; every experience is a poem yet to be finished,
leaving behind traces both deep and faint.)
我们总是匆匆向前，
被时间推着奔跑，
忘记了偶尔停留，
去细品字里行间的温柔与不易。
(We are constantly rushing forward,
pushed by the momentum of time,
forgetting to pause and savor
the tenderness and struggle written between the lines.)
那些曾被我们称之为遗憾和错过的时刻，
其实也曾是点亮夜空的星辰。
它们用微弱的光，
提醒着我们来时的路有多曲折。
(Those moments we once called regret or missed chances
were, in truth, the stars that lit the night sky —
their faint light showing how winding the path we traveled was.)
不必急着去抓取下一个路标，
也不必追问遥不可及的未来。
真正的平静，
在于学会安静地与此刻同在。
(There’s no need to rush for the next milestone,
nor to desperately chase an unreachable future.
True peace lies in learning to be quietly present with this very moment.)
去感受微风拂过心间的真实，
去倾听那些来自灵魂深处、不带评判的低语，
那是我们最本真的声音。
(Feel the breeze that brushes your heart,
and listen to the non-judgmental whisper from your deep soul —
that is our most authentic voice.)
心若是一扇敞开的窗，
即便窗外只是寻常的雨滴，
世界也会成为一幅最美的、不断流动的风景。
(If the heart is an open window,
even if it's only common raindrops outside,
the world transforms into the most beautiful, ever-flowing landscape.)
Maybe the soul never shouts — it only whispers.
And when we finally listen, we realize time never took anything away — it only taught us how to see.
