Outside the park near the house, there is an old crape myrtle tree. Every summer, the whole purple canopy brightens a corner of the street. It has never been impatient because today few people admire it, nor does it try to stretch its branches towards the crowd. It only blooms in season, quietly and wholeheartedly. Yet every year someone stops their car to take pictures, some couples choose to use it as a backdrop for wedding photos, some old people sit for a long time under the flowering flowers. It turns out, true beauty does not need to be called out.
People are usually more anxious. Writing an article expects many likes. Opening a store expects many customers. Doing a good deed is also heartbreaking if no one knows. We spend too much time asking: "Why hasn't anyone seen me?", forgetting a more important question: "Have I done enough good?
Long-lasting things rarely grow up with noise. The skilled worker who works kindly will have customers returning. The dedicated doctor will be introduced by patients. The teacher who teaches with all his heart will be remembered by students for many years to come. They don't need to say they are good. It's what they do that will speak for them.
Every morning, the sun still rises from the east. It has never had to knock on every door to remind everyone to watch the sunrise. Whoever wakes up early, opens the window will see, will meet. And whoever is still sleeping, tomorrow the sunrise will still come. Perhaps life is also like that. Don't worry too much about who is looking at you, acknowledging or who is forgetting you. Do your job more kindly, live more sincerely and be patient with the path you choose. Just shine in your own way, don't rush to prove it, don't rush to seek recognition. Because when what we do is kind enough, good enough and that light is lasting enough, those who really need it will realize and come. Like the sun, never having to look for anyone, but every morning it still silently brings light to everyone.
