The confusion of youth

Abandoning the self Emotional collapse Healing healing

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The topic of this article skips the period of childhood and youth, which I just realized. Missing these descriptions, whether physical or mental exile, is an expression of the self, like hollowing out some part of the body. The experience made me feel refreshed.

Of course, at that time, I was not confused, it would only be happy or sad, and it should not be called sadness.

Confusion begins at the end of the release of youth, like a drunken awakening. First physically, but mentally, and then completely awakened by concrete things.

There will be one thing after another that makes me extremely confident even have a little doubt, trying to modify the structure constructed in the original firm heart, which was originally contradictory, but little by little carved out earth-shaking changes. So that one day standing in front of the mirror could not recognize their own appearance, only by reason, according to the distance, I stood in front of the mirror, and the person inside was me. It was I who changed, how I became like this!

It reminds me of the girl who is looking for beauty today, and doing a complete set of complete plastic surgery is just that!

Are we runners too anxious towards one purpose after another? Lost due to over-concentration? You should slow down, experience your feelings from time to time, and then compare your goals. Such a slightly tidying up journey has made me a teenager all the time.

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It felt like I was trying my best, imagining many possibilities, and how many hours I had survived wouldn't help.

I was crushed and I fell.

One by one, the smoke was lit and extinguished, and the wine that was drunk and spit out cup after cup briefly soothed the wound. I let this brief triumph continue. Explore the truth with only a tiny amount of time you can think about.

How could it be so different from what I expected? Why?

Turns out I wasn't living in a fairy tale. Life needs to be treated differently.

I try to change. Struggling, repeatedly frustrated, repeatedly sinking.

Therapy

Time is a good medicine, and the same pain has long been numb. I'm strong by immunity.

Begin to understand space and matter, as well as limitations, especially the limitations of their own abilities, like a salted fish without dreams that no longer turns over. It went on for a long time. Until he regained consciousness, was ignited by enthusiasm, and dreamed again.

Psychology and psychotherapy cases have inspired me a lot – to find the root cause of the problem, to understand the rationality of its existence, to accept myself as such.

"The Three-Body Problem" also helped me. It turns out that the so-called world is just the earth. The space in which the earth is located is infinitely vast, and how lonely the earth should be!

I stop thinking about the smallness and fragility of human beings.