For a long time, I have not been able to quietly read a book, to see the outside world, to think about the meaning of life, or to stay quietly for a while somewhere, is it also a very interesting thing?
Ancients Cloud: Forty is not confused, and I, who is nearly forty, really "not confused"? Maybe the ancients are very wise, so at the age of forty, there is basically no doubt, but in the face of the complexity of society, looking back on this road, I am still "confused", the world changes sometimes too fast, I have slowly tired, do not want to be so desperate to keep up with its pace.
The people of the world hurriedly walked, as the song sang, "Most of them are for the sake of the broken silver a few" and the amount of silver can relieve the world's sorrow; after experiencing too much parting and dispersion, there is no maverick courage in the mortal world, nor has it completed the dreams that had been there when I was young, running all the way, and even forgetting the way to come; people, many times do not have the right to really choose themselves, under the noisy social dyeing vat, many people are tired of running, facing the sudden changes in the environment, facing the corners of the career, and there are really a few people who can live to understand, Live and breathe. Many times I really want to be in a quiet corner, drink a cup of coffee, and study the wisdom of the ancient poetry books, is it really a very happy thing? Since graduating from college, he has stumbled in society, taken too many detours, and paid too much because of his youthful madness, experiencing changes in the home furnishing industry, the decline of the real estate industry, walking alone in loneliness, still exploring and thinking about the meaning of life. When I began to decide to record a little life inspiration through writing, I suddenly realized that I had not moved my pen for a long time, and in the face of blank words, I did not know where to type the keyboard and ended up in a chapter. In order to prove that I can still pick up the pen, there is still a little bit of thinking, so I started my self-media road, I don't know how long I can hold on, but I at least know that whenever I pick up the pen and write, it seems to return to the situation of my youth, and I really understand the meaning of "reading well". When we go to school, we often don't like to read, and when we enter the society, the time to really calm down and read is really very, very small. Over the years, in addition to reading some books, and often for the so-called examination and preparation, in fact, utilitarianism is at work, forcing ourselves to learn; now every day whenever we open the mobile phone, a flood of information comes, we can't tell which is true and what is false, it seems that everyone is a natural actor, are hard acting, but do not know that we ourselves may be the clown in the play, failed to make people laugh, and did not bring any real meaningful value to ourselves. The society of commerce is like this, as long as there is business, there will be speculation, there will be no absolute fairness, everyone wants different things, the pursuit is different, the action may be different. After walking for a long time, when I suddenly stopped and looked back, I found that the road when I came was no longer clear, and it was said that I had to always not forget the original heart, but sometimes the original intention did not change but it would never be what you wanted to be, everyone lived under the public opinion of society, and was swayed by fate in the materialistic world. Sometimes I am suddenly not interested in anything, is it really because I have too many realizations in the year of not being confused? Many times no longer like the hilarity of many people, no longer like the short entertainment of drinking and having fun, push away a lot of socializing that do not want to participate, block out a lot of useless junk information, the world can be pure because it is pure, and people's hearts can return to their original self because they are clear. Migrant workers, bosses, everyone is working hard to interpret their own seemingly brilliant life, but what can be done? Fragmented information makes the world without resistance gradually lose the ability to think independently, either brainwashed by others, or self-brain, and enjoy tirelessly immersing themselves in it to feel very powerful. This is the carnival of hundreds of millions of people, everyone has a "net red" or "grassroots star" dream, maybe not a bad thing, who knows...
Time is constantly flowing, in front of time we are fragile and weak, people will slowly grow old, no matter how much achievement or wealth, in the face of people who have been able to see what is lacking now, we can always lament the impermanence of the world, and the passage of time. In the face of every choice on the road of life, I really can't judge whether my choice is right or wrong, and I am grateful for everyone I meet along the way, whether happy or sad, at least let me deeply experience the feeling of being alive. Because everyone's time to live is limited, cherish the present, no matter what you encounter, what encounter you encounter, I believe that it is also the best arrangement of heaven, in the face of things that cannot be changed, I slowly learn to accept, in the face of people who cannot change, I am slowly relieved. Because everyone is their own independent individual, there are not many people who can manage themselves well, so don't disturb others. In the limited time of the rest of my life, do more meaningful things, read more books, increase wisdom, spend more time with my family and children, do a good job within my own ability, and then it is best to have some time to be alone and think, I think this is the strength of my way forward...
Looking back on it is no longer the self of that year, thinking about life may have so many so-called meanings, go forward, because time is moving forward, with a reverential heart to move forward, the road ahead is not a certain drop record, but will occasionally release it, perhaps it is also a kind of comfort...