"Help each other in the same boat for a hundred years, and sleep with each other for a thousand years." It is a word "fate". There is life, there is death, there is gathering and there is dispersion, and opportunities are all in one word. * * * It goes without saying that it is not a fate that couples, teachers and students, classmates, comrades-in-arms, neighbors, partners, even neighbors on the train, and even the crew and passengers of the whole train can come together. This is not fate. How can we meet by chance in the vast sea of people? If it's not fate, what is it?
Fate, though revealed by Buddhist scriptures, captures the cognitive things that everyone understands, feels and cannot express. You don't need to be a gifted scholar or an extraordinary saint. As long as you have decades of life experience, no one has such a feeling: people and things are wonderful, neither early nor late, but unintentional. The world is vast in space and endless in time, but people and things like dust and dirt can meet at the same time and place, which is dozens of times more difficult than the gathering of nine planets in space. Many things and opportunities have such characteristics: welcome, avoid! You can't refuse to come, but you can't ask to come. This is not fate. What is this?