Our inner troubles become more and more numerous as we age.
All kinds of persecution, unsatisfactory life, noisy and chaotic in the heart, like a thousand and one fuses, will explode at any time.
Our wisdom is limited, we don't know how to break the game, like a rat trapped in a bellows, confused and helpless.
In fact, at this time, we hope to ask for help from external forces, it is likely to be nothing, it is better to let us calm down first, grit our teeth, and seek self-help.
Tired, I squatted down and hugged myself, still stubbornly saying to myself: It's just that.
The days are still the same, but after tonight, tomorrow I will only be stronger.
Annoyances may still be troubles, but I am still me.
Trying to reconcile with your inner troubles may make more sense than overcoming them.
After all, most of their troubles are inspired by themselves, and even some of them are mediocre self-disturbances. Therefore, to reconcile with one's troubles is to reconcile with oneself.
Wouldn't it be better for us to reconcile with our inner troubles than to be kinder to our nature?
Only by coexisting peacefully can we look forward to a better tomorrow. Isn't it?