Last spring, I planted a pot of mint on the balcony. In the first two weeks, I didn't find anything. I dug up the surface every day to check, and even suspected that the seeds had already rotted. It was not until the morning of the third week that a few green buds broke through the soil, but they were very thin and weak.

In order to make the mint grow healthily, I watered and exposed it to sunlight every day. Three months later, I finally harvested the first handful of mint leaves with a fresh fragrance.

This planting made me understand that patience is not passive waiting, but the wisdom of actively adjusting the rhythm. Just like the process of waiting for the mint to grow, only by restraining the impulse of rushing for success and patiently caring can we usher in the surprises of life.