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