Time is like wine flowing in a wine cellar, never to return. Whenever night falls, the starlight spills all over the wine glasses, and we raise our glasses to drink, savoring the sweetness and heaviness that have been precipitated by the years. Life has no ifs, it is a journey that does not look back, those unrealized assumptions, missed moments, are like unopened old vine wine, hidden deep in the oak barrel of memory.
In each gently swaying wine glass, it seems to contain a story, which is a story about time, a microcosm of the ups and downs of life. We can't predict the future, we can't change the past, in all this uncertainty, we can only grasp the present, and the expectation when we open the cork, and the focus when we taste wine, is the best way to embrace life gently.
Maybe life doesn't have all the good, just as a bottle of wine can't perfectly combine every flavor, but it is these subtle imperfections that make life more colorful. The process of tasting a good glass of wine aptly teaches us how to find a balance between busyness and complexity, and how to find peace in the midst of frustration and confusion.
In a slight drunkenness, the world becomes soft and bright, and the mind seems to dissipate with the delicate bubbles, leaving only the tranquility and contentment of the moment. Let us feel the unique charm given by each ordinary day in this moment of drunkenness, and savor the joy and sorrow contained in it, because this is the truest gift of life, and it is also the soul of wine - whether you have a full New World Cabernet Sauvignon in your hand, or an aged Bordeaux blend, they all tell the same truth in their own way: every drop of wine is a trace of time, and every moment of drunkenness is the gift of life, which is worth cherishing.