Middle-aged, we gradually reconcile with life. Obsessions we once clung to fade away; disputes we used to care about grow trivial. Life holds few grand spectacles, mostly trivial chores of daily sustenance.
We know we are often powerless, yet still keep tenderness deep in our hearts. Eat well, rest enough, complain less, and be more forgiving. We do not seek perfection in everything, only wish our family healthy and ourselves peaceful. Amid mortal life, hold an ordinary heart and live steadily.
