"It would be nice if the part of life that I had already lived was just a draft that could be transcribed. "Chekhov's words exhausted the longing that many people couldn't think of.
However, life is nothing more than a journey with no return.
You can't grasp the scenery that passes in a hurry along the way, you can't keep the withered and withered flowers in time, and you can't hold the passing years that drip in a hurry between your fingers. You don't get God's promise, you can't go back to the autumn when you were a teenager, you lay in the wildflowers and watched the clouds roll in the sky, or your first heartbeat.
When the faded memory becomes a yellowed old **, it becomes the dry and haggard red maple leaf in the diary, it becomes the whitened jeans and the melodious bell in the church; When the once favorite quiet autumn now only retains the image of withered grass and cicadas, and the once favorite floral floor-length skirt is pressed to the bottom of the cabinet and contaminated with a strong camphor atmosphere, you are shocked to realize that you have grown up suddenly.
You start to be tired of life, you start to have lingering sorrow and uneven folds between your brows, and you start to feel lonely. When you leave all the hustle and bustle behind the glitz and bustle, take off your disguise, and take a self-portrait in the mirror, you find that your youth is no longer smiling; When your achievements are not appreciated, the pain is unspeakable, and the wounds can only be licked and wiped by yourself, you feel so tired; You find that on this long journey of life, no one has only accompanied you for one or several journeys, and when you have finished your journey together, you will be separated. You feel that you can't see clearly, and you can't go to the future; You feel like a kite with a broken string or a letter delivered to hopelessness.
But, dear self, do you know that your most beautiful, precious and happiest time is not taken away by others, not by the leaders who force you to work overtime every day, not by the society that forces you to wear a mask, but by your own waste, and you use it all to be frustrated when you are frustrated, to be frustrated when you are frustrated, to be pessimistic when you are confused, and to lament when you are depressed.
Think about it, if all the things or people in the outside world make you suffer from gains and losses, then, from now on, on the way forward, let go of the long-standing desires in your heart, let go of the troubles that linger day by day, and let go of the pain that makes you fall into it and can't extricate yourself, so that your heart can go into battle lightly.
Finally, one day, on a sunny afternoon, you found that you had that kind of tranquility that had not been seen for a long time; Or one morning you wake up from a dream, hear the birdsong outside the window, smile and think, a good day is about to begin.
Life is like flowing water, flowing through ups and downs, joys and sorrows, there must be agitated jumping, but also soothing flowing; There must be a high-pitched pouring for thousands of miles, and there must be a lowness of thousands of feet; We must have the spirit to nourish all things, and we must have the mind to embrace everything. If you like my articles, remember to bookmark and follow O!