Interesting people, interesting things, and an interesting life are stories. Waiting for the flowers to bloom, waiting for the wind to come, yet the moment the word 'wait' begins, one is already bewildered. Life is one's own, unrelated to others; the world is one's own, no need for excessive words. In one's own world, enjoying oneself, why need to dance around in others' worlds? The practice of this matter is simply returning to the present, coming back to oneself is enough, bravely creating what you desire, as for others, just give them respect!