My name is Lin Jing, an ordinary and ordinary old man. In this quiet old age, I often sit by the window, gazing at the distant sky, reminiscing about those years that are long gone. In my memory, there are four consequences that I only deeply understood after my siblings became enemies. These consequences, like four deep scars, are engraved in my heart, reminding me of the unbearable past.
I was born into an ordinary rural family with five siblings. We grew up competing with each other for parental love and limited resources. Little did I know at the time that this rivalry would plant the seeds of hatred in our hearts.
As time went on, our brothers and sisters each embarked on different paths in life. The eldest brother became a successful businessman, the second sister married a wealthy man, the third brother found a stable job in the city, and the fourth sister married away from home. And I, who stayed in the countryside, lived an ordinary life.
However, even though we each have different lives, the hatred in our hearts never disappears. In order to compete for the inheritance of our parents and to compare each other's lives, there are constant contradictions and conflicts. These contradictions and conflicts, like poison, erode our family ties and make our relationships more and more strained.
In my later years, I finally understood the four consequences of sibling enmity.
The first consequence is loneliness. When we attack each other for the sake of competing interests, family affection has become evaporated. We are reluctant to communicate with each other, and we are reluctant to share each other's lives and moods. We each live in our own world, living in solitude and spending each day alone. This sense of loneliness made me deeply appreciate the preciousness of family affection.
The second consequence is remorse. When I look back and see my brothers and sisters hurting each other for profit, I feel immense remorse. We used to be a family, but we were estranged because of hatred. I realized that if we could let go of the hatred in our hearts and cherish each other, our lives would be better.
The third consequence is regret. In my later years, I began to miss the days when my brothers and sisters came together to get through difficult times. At that time, we supported each other, cared for each other, and faced the challenges of life together. However, now that we are estranged by hatred, I am saddened by this regret.
The fourth consequence is endless suffering. Sibling feuds leave us with untold pain in our old age. My heart aches whenever I think of those times when I was intimate. I hate myself for being stupid and ignorant enough to get us to this point. However, I can't turn back the clock, I can't go back in time, and I can't make up for my mistakes.
In this quiet old age, I often sat alone by the window, reminiscing about those past events. I tried to find a way to make amends for the hatred between our brothers and sisters, but it seemed that everything was irreparable. I can only suffer the consequences in silence, hoping that before I leave this world, I can find a way to alleviate the hatred and regret in our hearts.
Perhaps, there is no perfect solution in this world. But I believe that as long as we have love in our hearts and cherish our family affection, we will be able to find a way to defuse hatred and make our lives better. I hope that my story will shed some light on those who are still suffering from the feud between their brothers and sisters, so that they can cherish their family ties and avoid following my path.