Standing still is change – Online legal advice

I think that sentence is not said by the philosopher, but by the river itself. Only what is flowing can say so. Time is flowing, and so is our life. It can stop, individually, at some point. But life goes on, and even when we’re gone, we can still find ourselves in those who are alive. It was a relay race.

People talk a lot about change. But if you understand life as a relay race, you can think that standing still is also a change.

Many times, I find myself standing still. But I am at peace with this feeling, because even though I am standing still, I am still changing.

“The guava tree I planted the other day

The tree bears fruit without saying anything

the smell of ripe guava

across the country”

( GUAVA)

Thus, from the guava tree to the guava, from the guava to the smell of ripe guava, and so on, the journey across the country of a smell of guava, while the guava tree remains stationary, may prove the postulate “” Standing still is change.”

In the last days of the year, I, like everyone else, are busy with many things. While engrossed in the various things to do, I still longed for a moment to sit still. Do nothing, think nothing. That’s when I was changing myself. The states, however, can be replaced by another state. Thoughts, no matter how beautiful, are replaced by other thoughts. The moment I felt the happiest, passed very quickly. But the aftertaste of happiness remains. Therefore, the elderly often remember thinking about the past, about what has passed. I don’t know, the river has the feeling of going back to the past while flowing to the future, but people come at some point, usually feel like that. I was just sent a picture by a friend. portrait of Ms. Dang Thuy Tram, when she was very young. At that time, she had not been to the battlefield, and was probably still studying at Hanoi Medical University. Looking at that picture, no one thought about what Ms. Tram would be like when she entered the battlefield, when she worked day and night to treat wounded soldiers, when she went to Pho Cuong commune to live with her family, to help them when they were sick. disability. And finally, when she faced death. No one can think of anything when looking at Ms. Tram’s student portrait. But then, at a time when the war has ended for more than 45 years, suddenly seeing a picture of Tram in her youth, one can imagine her short life journey. The picture is silent, but the life of the heroic doctor Dang Thuy Tram moves in our minds.

There was a classmate in the same class as Ms. Dang Thuy Tram when she was in high school at Chu Van An school (Hanoi), and had that feeling when she saw with her own eyes the old bomb shelter of Ms. Tram in a mountainous area. Duc Pho borders Ba To. To get that view, the poet Nguyen Khoa Diem himself hiked up the mountain in Duc Pho to reach the place where Thuy Tram’s old hospital was located, and there, alone, looked into the old wartime landslide. In the paintings that Tram once hid and operated on for wounded soldiers, Nguyen Khoa Diem had one of his saddest and best poems:

“Sit back and listen to what I say in the ground

Along with the sycamore tree, the chestnut tree of the past

The old cellar hurts like an eyeball

Look at me deeply, helpless”

(Date of return)

Deep and helpless is the poet’s feeling when looking at the old cellar where his classmate used to live and work, that feeling shows that Tram is still living in the old classmate’s mind. That day, at that old school by the West Lake, I wonder if Mr. Diem wrote poetry yet? But when the poem “The Day Returns” was born, I felt that I was living the same feeling of poet Nguyen Khoa Diem when alone looking at the old cellar. At that time, sitting still is also a change.

If we know how to store our emotions, we will feel that life is change, and what has passed can flash against the flow of life. Then the past manifests itself in the present.

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