There is a kind of happiness called learning to be silent.

Most of the time, what you say is on your mind, and what others hear is just a story.

If you tell happiness to the wrong person, it will be regarded as showing off; if you talk about pain to the wrong person, it will be considered hypocritical.

Therefore, some words are only suitable to be hidden in the heart. As soon as you say it, the heart may be empty.

Some things, only suitable for quietly forget, you have experienced, as long as you know.

Reviewing the movie "Evil in the East and the West" starring Leslie Cheung, I was once again deeply moved by this line:

In the past, I thought that sentence was very important, because I thought that some words would last a lifetime.

But when you think about it now, it makes no difference whether you say it or not, because some things can change.

Yes, people will change, feelings will change, and the world will change.

Year after year, we are constantly losing, getting separated from our loved ones, meeting more people, and moving towards a bigger world.

When I fell when I was a child, all I had to do was sit on the ground and cry, and Mom and Dad quickly picked it up and rubbed it.

But now a fall, no matter how painful also have to hold back tears, even if someone comes to care, the mouth will still say nothing, and then hide in no one's corner to secretly look at the wound.

Also more and more afraid to post on WeChat moments.

Tossing and turning several times in the middle of the night, lonely, tired, feeling a word code out, carefully sent out, after a while and deleted in one breath.

Thinking of an old friend I haven't seen for a long time, I want to say hello and find an opportunity to talk to each other like I did many years ago, but I also want to stop.

However, calm down and think about it, in fact, there is nothing wrong, because some words will only add annoyance to yourself and others, it is better to hide them deep in your heart.

There is a law that the older you get, the more you will find that what you want to say is inversely proportional to the people around you who want to hear.

Growing up means more experience, wider horizons, and more complexity.

But although there are more and more things in mind, fewer and fewer people are willing to listen to themselves.

Dozens of numbers lie quietly in the address book, and there are only a few numbers that you really want to dial.

Hundreds of contacts are listed on Wechat, and there are few dialogs that don't flicker for work.

Reality tells us that not everyone is as lucky as I have a story and you have wine on TV.

What is more helpless is that it is even more difficult to find someone who is willing to listen to you, and even more difficult to find someone who understands you.

Very often, it is not easy to meet such a person, listening to you silently, bitter or happy, he does not laugh at you or ridicule you, but something is wrong:

He just doesn't know you that well, and you don't want to make do with it.

You said you liked to travel, but he just praised your interest.

You said you hated socializing. He just told you to try more.

You said you were wronged, but he just told you not to worry about it.

But the person you are looking forward to will not just hand you a tissue to wipe your tears and then tell you to be strong, but will cry with you and get through it side by side with you.

If the person sitting opposite only advises you that you should laugh and not cry, but cannot understand why you laugh and why you cry, you may not be able to say it after all.

I heard that it is a very unlikely event to meet a person who likes and likes himself.

So meeting someone you like for a long time and can like yourself for a long time is probably the same possibility as winning the lottery.

Like those illusory fairy tales, when the prince and princess come together, the story ends quietly, and the long years behind them are unknown.

It is a pity that there are many friends and lovers in the world, although they say everything at first sight, but after all kinds of joys and sorrows, they can not escape the magic barrier of time, becoming speechless or even strangers.

It is not that there is nothing to say, but it is unlikely to be as carefree as it used to be, so in addition to pleasantries, many words have to be kept in mind.

Perhaps, as Ma Dong said, being misunderstood is the fate of the expresser.

If you tell happiness to the wrong person, it will be regarded as showing off; if you talk about pain to the wrong person, it will be considered hypocritical.

Most of the time, what you say is on your mind, and what others hear is just a story.

So slowly you realize that there is rarely a bosom friend in life:

There are always some things that can't be told, and some things that don't have to be told.

There are some things that cannot be said at all; there are some things that others cannot understand even if they have been said.

Therefore, some words are only suitable to be hidden in the heart, as soon as they are spoken, the heart may be empty; some things are only suitable to be forgotten silently, and it is good to know what you have experienced.

What's more, apart from yourself, no one can walk with him completely for a lifetime. Since loneliness is inevitable sooner or later, it may be a good thing to get used to silence.