After the night shift, the sky was overcast, and the clouds were heavy, as if the heavy pressure was pressing on my heart. Walking home, the cool breeze through the mist brushed my cheeks, but it did not sweep away the worries in my heart.
The burden of work, the trivial things of life, are like a mountain. In the dead of night, that inexplicable pressure creeps in and follows you like a shadow. I think of the ancients: "How can we solve our worries? Only Du KangHowever, drinking to eliminate sorrow is even more sorrowful, and what can really be solved may be the insight and understanding of life. Where is the source of stress? Is it the endless work tasks, or is it the uncertainty of the future? Perhaps, it is just the shackles that we ourselves put on ourselves. The sea of desire is boundless, and people always want too much, and forget the essence of life.
The night is getting darker, and the lights of thousands of homes are on. I saw the vendors on the side of the road, still holding on to their posts. He may also be under pressure, but he chose to face it. Are the couples who are strolling the streets feeling the same weight of life as I am? Life is too short, so why do you need to suffer too much. Slow down and feel the beauty around you. The faint fragrance of osmanthus in the wind and the fresh air after the rain are not the simplest but most precious gifts in life?
After the night shift, the sky was still cloudy, but the sky in my heart was already a little clearer. Because I know that no matter how much pressure you have, you have to face it with a smile. Because we are all unique selves in this world.