A Wanderer in the World

Life is a long journey, and I am more like a wanderer within it. Without a fixed direction or a permanent destination, only the scenery and reflections gathered along the way hold the full meaning I seek.

Wandering is not an escape, but a form of composure. Faced with life’s ups and downs, I do not rush for answers. The joys and sorrows of this world come as naturally as the changing seasons, and I choose to greet them with a peaceful heart. Every breeze that brushes my face, every drizzle that falls, I feel as a gift from nature; every stranger’s smile, every chance encounter, I hold in my heart, grateful for the beauty of meeting.

A Buddha-like mindset does not mean indifference, but rather a gentle depth of feeling. I am not attached to outcomes, nor do I chase after success with intent, yet I cherish each moment before me, caring for everything around me with sincerity. I am willing to pause for a flower on a tree, stop for a stray cat by the road, and offer a simple greeting to those beside me. Love does not need to be grand—it can be as calm as still water flowing deep, yet warm and enduring.

Some ask me if wandering ever feels lonely. Loneliness may be inevitable, but in my eyes, it is an opportunity to be with oneself. When night falls and starlight spills across the sky, I often think: the smallness of humanity and the vastness of the universe are precisely the miracles of our existence. Because of this, I would rather treat this world with kindness and gentleness, knowing that no matter when or where, a warmth keeps burning within me.

Wandering is not to escape life, but to touch it more truly. Every place, every way of living, holds its own uniqueness. I am not rushing to find answers, because I know they are hidden along the path, hidden within every heartfelt feeling.

A wanderer in this world may not be dazzling, nor necessarily radiant. But my heart remains in tune with all things—neither clinging too tightly, nor observing with indifference. So let me walk on like this. No matter what lies ahead, each step I take is real and warm.

I am a wanderer in this world—not striving, not seizing, not anxious, not hurried. I go with the flow, yet I have never ceased loving this world.