Returning to New York from Taipei.

I saw a couple hugging each other and crying in the departure hall. The boy had already waited in line for the security check, but he ran back and rushed over, hugging his girlfriend and crying.

After finally getting out of the detention center, I saw him shouting to the girl through the glass: “Please! Stop crying! If you cry again, I won’t leave.”

Next came the hand luggage inspection. I saw him wiping away his tears and almost forgot his camera at the checkpoint.

When I got on the plane, it was such a coincidence that he sat next to me. I smiled at him: “I was at the airport just now. I saw you were very excited and reluctant to leave. Are you your fiancée?”

“Oh!” He blushed: “It’s my girlfriend. I’m sorry that you saw me.”

“Are you feeling better?” I asked with concern.

He actually burst into laughter: “It’s so much better!” After a few seconds, he shrugged: “Oh! I was so exhausted from love that I felt sad and reluctant to leave when I left. But when I really left, it felt like I was leaving a big burden behind. , it has never been so easy.”

“The pressure is so great, the immigrant boy committed suicide six times” was a big headline in the newspaper.

The content is about a seventeen-year-old boy from Taichung City, whose family immigrated to the United States. His parents worked hard and would always say to his son, “We are all here for you.” Sometimes when his parents were tired and quarreled over what to eat at night, he would calm things down and just I suggest you just eat McDonald’s. But after eating McDonald’s, my parents said: “It’s all because of you that we eat McDonald’s. What else are you dissatisfied with?”

The child couldn’t bear it anymore and wanted to commit suicide six times. Once he had reached the railroad tracks before his mother stopped him and sent him back to Taipei for medical treatment during the summer vacation.

After reading this news, I thought to myself, how should I see a doctor? What can the doctor say? The real problem is not the child, but the child’s parents!

Many years ago, a “Youth Free Counseling Center” was established in Taipei. Many children like this, who have problems and want to commit suicide, come to me to “talk” with their parents.

I took the children inside to talk while the parents waited outside. After talking and walking out, the child’s already relaxed eyes immediately became uneasy again when he met the anxious parents.

“We love him so much and listen to him!” “He is really heartless!” “He doesn’t even think about how much money his parents spent on him…” “We love him so much that we gave him our hearts…” Almost every parent of a child said these sentences with eyes as heavy as lead.

Little do they know that if their child is about to drown, their words are like lead weights, which will only make the child sink faster.

What is the heaviest thing in the world?

It’s not gold or silver, it’s love!

Love can only be given, not asked. The greatest love, even when giving, should avoid making the other person feel it, so as not to increase the burden on the other person.

Loving someone is like preparing a travel backpack for him! You have to consider his needs and prepare enough things for him, but also be careful that the backpack is too heavy for him to carry. Even if he can carry it, he won’t be able to walk far. In order to go far, he even has to throw away your love all the way. I remembered the words of the boy on the plane: “I’m so exhausted from love… When I leave, it feels like I’m leaving a big burden behind…”

Then, I thought of a meaningful sentence: “Don’t exhaust your love to death!”