Later, we finally found that we were powerless to do anything. We not only overestimated our ambition and perseverance, but also underestimated the difficulty and setbacks this matter would bring to us. And setbacks will consume your little confidence and perseverance bit by bit,

Later, we finally found that we were powerless to do anything. We not only overestimated our ambition and perseverance, but also underestimated the difficulty and setbacks this matter would bring to ourselves.

And setbacks will consume your little confidence and perseverance bit by bit, and eventually lead to the maze of self-doubt.

All that is left is a little bit of unwillingness in his heart to support himself. He is not willing to be like this. He is not willing to let what he wants to get be far away from him, and he is not willing to be reduced to this, even at this moment. , there is still no hope in this place.

This hope is as unfathomable as the abyss, as boundless as the grassland, and as vast as the stars, which is both imaginative and daunting, as deep as the fearful monster in the heart that dare not look directly.

Many times I wonder why what I want is so far away from me. But the person who has already got it seems so easy, as if the apple fell into his hands on his own initiative. And even if I stand on tiptoes and straighten my neck, it is still so high up, so far away, so out of reach.

But even when you know you can't reach it, why are you still unwilling to give up? Silently, I asked myself over and over again why I still didn't give up, but what I got was a bloody answer: You only have this one way to go. In other words, you are desperate, but you are not facing the end of the road and moving forward unswervingly, and you are not so firm. You are always doubting yourself in the maze of not working hard, always standing still, or even retreating. I have never seen myself focusing on finding a way out for this, looking for my own path to the light.

will only be a coward, standing still, feeling sorry for himself, and not wanting to make progress. In the end, he just dealt with the matter casually to comfort his pitiful and hateful face. It's a good idea to deceive yourself. Comforting oneself is also a skill, which can be regarded as a different kind of tenacity, but it can only be used to deceive oneself and others.

Finally, when I looked back, it was still useless. All I want is to get something for nothing, but I can't work hard for it. I only think about the beauty of being together. If I have such a self, even if there are apples, oranges, etc. falling into my hands, I will eventually throw them away because they are too heavy.

With a self like this, even if I pray to God and pray to Buddha in difficult days, I won't get the slightest response. No matter how pious you pretend to be, it is useless after all.

Such a weak and incompetent person, no wonder he doubts the meaning of his existence in the world; no wonder he feels that his existence has brought disaster to his loved ones, and even the better they treat him, the more painful he feels, and then he starts Hate yourself, why do you want to survive in the world? Since you know that it has brought disaster to them, why don't you eliminate this disaster yourself? Is it weakness or fear, grief or self-pity.

looked at the busy traffic outside the window, recalling his painful past, sometimes sighing, sometimes feeling helpless, and sometimes laughing at himself.

But these are powerless to change my current situation, I am afraid it can only relieve my temporary sadness.

Outside the window, there are still bustling alleys, and the sky is still full of twinkling stars. Inside the house, I feel like a walking zombie with only breath left.

The world is still shining brightly, but it cannot shine into the dark hearts of people.

Reprinted from the public account: Shudongjian

Author: Lei Yan