What are our aims? Some are
more worthy than others. Do we seek what is truly important, or do we chase
after the insubstantial? When we get to certain points in life both young and
old, we realize that the dreams we have dreamed will not manifest; the time has
passed and those dreams must be put away in a box in a deep corner of the mind.
Dismounting, I offer my
friend a cup of wine,
I ask what place he is
headed to.
He says he has not
achieved his aims,
Is retiring to the
southern hills.
Now go, and ask me
nothing more,
White clouds will drift
on for all time.
Farewell ---Wang Wei
