A person’s best state is probably this: living seriously, while quietly letting everything they love heal them.

When people reach a certain age, they realize that those who live with real drive are never without worries or fatigue. It’s just that they know how to build anchor points of happiness with the things they love—finding their own joy and strength within what they’re drawn to.

Someone likes tending flowers—not really to grow flowers, but to keep a peaceful leisure that turns the ordinary into something poetic, and a composure that isn’t hurried by time.
Someone likes drinking tea—letting life simmer into tea, diluting the anxieties in their heart that can’t really be explained or named.
Someone likes reading: it doesn’t make noise or try to show off, yet it can give you more clarity and less blind conformity in this restless circle.
Someone likes writing—not only practicing characters, but cultivating a quiet pleasure that belongs to them, and a steady composure that’s unhurried and unflustered.