He Who Does Not Plan for Heaven Is Unfit to Plan for a Life

Xuefeng

June 2, 2025

To live is to keep in mind—at every moment—how to journey toward heaven. If, by the end of one’s life, one cannot set sail for heaven, then that life is nothing more than a fleeting blossom—an illusion, a dream that vanishes upon waking.

To live is to walk step by step toward heaven. If one keeps circling in the human world—going around and around—the outcome will be either reincarnation, rebirth as an animal, or descent into hell.

If a person does not plan each day how to reach heaven, then no matter how hard they work, how diligently they strive, or how fiercely they struggle, it is all in vain—just muddling through life in a drunken dream.

Thus: He who does not plan for heaven is unfit to plan for his life.

From a fly’s point of view, discovering a pile of dung is great fortune—a cause for pride and celebration. Now think about it: if a person amasses billions in wealth, becomes a governor, a minister, even a president—how is that essentially different from a fly owning a pile of dung?

Even if one brings glory to their ancestors, wins a Nobel Prize, or earns the admiration of millions—if they cannot ascend to heaven after death, it is still nothing but a dream.

Life is short. Even if one lives peacefully to the age of eighty, it is no more than a Yellow Millet Dream. How much more fleeting for those who die halfway?

Without seeking heaven, one is fated to return to dust or fall back into the wheel of samsara. What pride or honor is there in that?

If one cannot enter heaven, what wisdom is worth preaching? What cleverness is worthy of praise? It’s all just self-amusement—or empty applause echoing in a hollow chamber.

If one cannot reach heaven, what is there left to compete for? Struggle all you want—it’s nothing but chasing the northwest wind.

Words that do not point the way to heaven are empty talk. Some people’s nonsense merely has a more complex molecular structure.