The feeling that life is essentially but a
dream, while we row, row our boat down the river in the sunset of a beautiful
afternoon, that flowers cannot bloom forever, the moon waxes and wanes, and
human life itself joins the eternal procession of the plant and animal worlds
is being born, growing to maturity and dying to make room for others. Man began
to be philosophical only when he saw the vanity of this earthly existence.
Life is really a dream and we human
beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at
a certain point and disembarking at a certain point and disembarking again at
another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come
aboard. Half of the poetry of life would be gone; if we did not feel that life
was either a dream, or a voyage with transient travelers, or merely a stage in
which the actors seldom realized that they were playing their parts.
-
Lin Yutang
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