If you don't think about how this day is spent, it doesn't matter to a person.
But if you stare at a day to spend, it becomes an unacceptable thing, especially if you are anxious to think that there is something to do, you must also do something, and you can't let this day be wasted, and the day is really wasted.
I could hear the sound of time collapsing in my heart, on this very day, from dawn to darkness.
In my conception, waste is different from waste.
Emptiness is a state in which the mind can put itself down, not to argue, not to rush, not to be impatient, not to be in a hurry, not to be busy, to put yourself outside of life, to watch the unfolding of life, to see the rush of others, to see the endless sophistication of people. It can even be called the realm of seeing through life.
And abandonment is not to see a little beauty, like standing on the ruins abandoned after the earthquake, with a weak heart and a desolate heart.
What happened on this day?
No, as with every day in the past, no surprises, no ups and downs, no more blandness.
Is this day different?
No, nothing special, nothing to remember, no weight to remember.
Is there more or less in the day?
Not to mention, the cold of winter is as cold as ever outside the window, the sky is as usual, the tea is in the teacup, and the dog is sleeping in the nest.
Not disturbed by the phone. Not disturbed by information. There is no overdue payment that should be repaid. Didn't forget three meals. The internet is still noisy. All the sounds and silence in the community were copied and pasted from the day before yesterday.
What happened to this day?
It's like a person who has lost his memory for a long time has just recovered his memory and then looks at himself. Nothing is right, everything is like scrutiny, doing nothing consciously hesitates, all the normal is out of place, anxious and tired, all people and things suddenly have no direction in the mind.
On this day, there are not so many things to do, not so many things to think about, and I don't know which string has moved in my heart, so I completely resist boredom and sadness on this day.
In fact, it is more or less known, just a person's occasional vulnerability. Similar days have passed too long, and they will always doubt the truth of this life day at a certain moment, doubt the truth of their own existence, and then collapse in the unbridgeable distance between their own desires and values.
As my friend said before, the more you go on this day, the more you can't think about it. When I think about it, it's all about finding myself uncomfortable. Go forward, it's hard, just do more, idle, more comfortable. When you are tired, stop for a moment, if you want to persevere, you will continue to work hard. Ordinary people, don't embarrass yourself endlessly. After all, we can't do Haizi!
That's true, but it takes a day like that to be understood, isn't it? After all, we allow abandonment, and Haizi does not allow it.
Another quote from a friend is also medicine, that is, for men, there is nothing that cannot be solved by a meal of wine. I believed before, and now I am also unwilling to embarrass myself with wine.
Sleep, the day will pass, tomorrow, is not there still time to continue the ordinary?
Ordinary, indeed, is the answer to life written in the end.