When I look back on my life again, I am so grateful for what I have encountered. Real life has shattered my perception again and again. I am very grateful that I once had no use value, allowing me to see clearly the coldness of the world and the indifference of human feelings. The people I give the most are also the ones who hate me the most.
In fact, whether a person is poor or rich, successful or unsuccessful, in the end it is empty, empty. Everything in this world is an illusion, and no matter how hard we struggle, we can only end up in nothing.
An emptiness, seemingly helpless, is indeed the fairest treatment in the world, whether you have money or no money, you come to this world nakedly, and then leave this world empty-handed.
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Perhaps everyone's growth needs a process, and this process also needs to be sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty. Failure, despair, sadness, and sadness are also indispensable elements on the road of life. Just like the earth, if there were only day, the land would be thirsty and all things would wither. Only in black and white can everything in the world work naturally.
It's the same with a person, who has to accept both the negative and the positive. There is no absolute good or bad in the world, and there is no absolute right or wrong. Everything in the world is a combination of good and bad, yin and yang. I now understand that this world has left me with no one to rely on and no one to rely on, and this may be the only way to become a strong and master.
When I stood on the edge of the vast sea of Qingdao, I realized my insignificance. When the epidemic came, the power of human beings was nothing in front of the universe. Died young, died young, limbs were unsound, psychological distortions, talking about the value of existence, talking about the dream of life, talking about the meaning of life, in the end it was all in vain.
The only thing we can do in front of the universe is to live in the moment, because we don't know if we will wake up tomorrow morning, and we don't know when death will come. Perhaps I was born to be the material for sanctification and sage, and all the suffering was just to temper my mind. As the so-called grinding is not a tool, there are poems: at the end of the song, everyone is a dream, and the prosperity is empty.