Documenting my life At this time, looking at the smoke and flames rising from the road outside the window, I suddenly had a fluttering feeling that I didn't seem to belong to this world.
People who live away from fireworks salvage the meaning of life in the Internet and car exhaust, and those hidden emotions have nowhere to put them.
In the depths of my mind, there is always such a scene, at the top of the mountain peak where the sun sets, a person lies quietly in the afterglow.
Fold a dog's tail grass, put it in your mouth, let it sway with the wind, close your eyes, and throw away all sorrows and joys until the moon rises, and then listen to the birds, beasts and insects at will, and return happy.
Everyone has different spirits and pursuits, some people are obsessed with the lights and wine to find the support of life, and some people are in nature, with the landscape. The way is different, the purpose is the same.
Man is a social animal, but in the journey of life, loneliness is eternal. No matter how compatible two minds are and how strong their empathy skills are, one person can never truly understand the other.
We have to admit this, in this sense, man is really a poor creature, we have been in the bustling human relationship all our lives, but we have never been truly understood until the moment of death, what a deep loneliness and loneliness.
I used to like to express my little feelings about life in places such as QQ space, but many years later, it seems that it is so naïve and embarrassing.
Even if you convince yourself over and over again that it's just a part of your life's growth, there's no need to feel embarrassed at all.
Just like the small essay I am editing now, when I wait until the age of "not confused" and "knowing the destiny of heaven", looking back on all this, I may also feel that what I have written today is so naïve.
In order to deliberately avoid this embarrassment, more often than not, the dynamics posted have become just a few words and a few pictures.
We are always in different environments, changing our roles all the time, everyone is wearing a mask to live, and we dare not show our true selves in front of others.
When someone unintentionally or intentionally suddenly debunks this fact, it seems like breaking some conventional rules of the game.
Maybe when I really grow old and pass away, my mind is like a movie, and those things that fall on paper and are engraved in my bones can clearly give me a glimpse of the whole picture of my life process.
I am a person who has a lot of ideas and a heavy burden of thoughts. Or a sensitive person, this personality trait determines that I can easily feel the changes in other people's emotions, which makes me proud that I have a relatively high ability to empathize.
At the same time, it also makes me feel miserable, as if the lives of the people around me can always have more impact on me. In the same way, this also made me a bit socially phobic, probably because I don't like to talk too much, and talking too much always makes me feel tired.
Therefore, when I am with other people, I am always afraid that I will not have a common topic with the other person, and I feel inexplicably sorry, uneasy and embarrassed.
I envy those who are very good at warming up, they have a special temperament, and they have a very special way of speaking, and they seem to be easy to please, while their occasional deliberate imitation is so clumsy and funny.
I know very well that I am not a humorous person, not a person who is good at communicating with others, I like to think, think deeply, think quietly alone, and then write it, which makes me not feel the sense of oppression and insecurity in a lively situation, and allows me to regain the strength of life.
I liked "The Shawshank Redemption", and I once thought that as long as the human spirit is free, even if the body is imprisoned, people are still free.
However, the human body is the root of the soul, and the body feeds the soul, filling it up or drying up, and becoming more beautiful or **. Every cell in the human body transmits a certain signal to the brain.
The fullness of one's spiritual life is closely related to what the body sees, hears, and touches, and no one can obtain the true meaning of life out of thin air in meditation.
Human beings are spiritual "animals" that can think, and they must rely on food and other material things to maintain their physical survival and activities.
Very few people can really live that ascetic life, it is human nature to covet pleasure and comfort, and even in life, we know that idleness is sometimes more painful than busyness.
Since everyone is an "island", you might as well try to blow a desolate but tragic hymn with the colorful scallops on the bottom of the sea in the stormy waves of life.
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