Stumbling upon a diary from my student days. At that time, I was young and simple, liked to record the mental journey with words, the so-called teenager did not know the taste of sorrow, even if it was a dull day, there were thousands of twists and turns.
After reading a few pages, I inexplicably felt that the person who wrote these words was so strange, was this me? Did I ever think that way? Did that happen? So much careful thinking? Continue to turn the yellowed pages, looking for familiar traces between the lines. Curiously, the more I look at it, the more strange it feels, and if it weren't for the "My Maxim" reminder on the title page, I would have thought it was written by someone else. At that time, I was young and full of vitality, so sensitive to the slightest change in the world, and my personality was "half seawater and half flame", which was a contradiction. And now, I have become a lake, and the waves are not alarming. I understand that this kind of calm is the calm after the terrifying waves. Nowadays, I prefer to be a spectator of the world, no longer keen to participate, but more comfortable by looking at it coldly.
Suddenly, I realized that I was no longer the same person I was. Compared to me now, I was a stranger back then.
Time has changed our appearance, and the more important change is the nature of the heart. Mindset, personality, emotions... All have been changed by the inadvertent passage of time. Cherry red, plantain green, streamer easy to throw people. Time has not changed, and people are changing all the time.
More precisely, it is changed by experience. Some say that your face is written about your experience. It does make sense, and all experiences leave their mark. And these traces, like silk threads, are interlaced with longitude and latitude, weaving into a life of sorrow and joy. We often stand at the crossroads of time and look back at our former selves. The smoke and dust of time are blocked, and only a vague shadow is faintly recognizable. Yesterday's you can't find the dock that set sail today; today's you have long forgotten yesterday's lively platform.
How many people can remember their wishes? We often lose ourselves as we walk. Once the wish was a tightly folded bud, too beautiful to be touched. But who can guarantee what kind of flowers it will produce and what kind of fruit it will bear? Our hearts slowly changed in the four seasons, and our original wishes became an unfinished flower. Everything has changed, and yesterday's you have become a landscape that has been left behind.
Who isn't? We've been through so many things and changed so much. Some of these changes are metamorphosis, and some are quiet changes. Perhaps it is because of a person or a thing that we have suddenly been reborn and have an epiphany about the true meaning of life. Maybe there is no reason, but the years have allowed us to slowly converge on the heart of the publicity, gradually settle down, and live into the quiet appearance of the years. One day, you suddenly find that you have changed your mind and quietly bid farewell to your yesterday self.
Isn't life a farewell? Today's you say goodbye to yesterday's self, every day is a new you. Tomorrow's sun is new, and everything tomorrow is new. Seemingly repetitive days, in fact, every day is ever-changing. Today's sun is gentler than yesterday's, today's leaves are fresher than yesterday's, today's flowers are brighter than yesterday's... From a subtle point of view, the world is changing every moment, how can people not change? Some changes, accumulated to a certain extent, will change qualitatively. The same is true of people, all changing.
We keep saying goodbye to our yesterday selves, so there is a change. There are good and bad changes. People should constantly improve themselves, say goodbye to yesterday's bad, and welcome a new and better self. If yesterday was not good enough, you should be brave and good at saying goodbye to yourself.
Life is long, and we are saying goodbye to our yesterday selves every day. At the end of the novel "Gone with the Wind", Hao Sijia said: Tomorrow is a new day. Hao Sijia had lost everything, the cotton fields, the manor where the ball was held, the people she loved, the people who loved her, all left her. But what's the point? Tomorrow is a new day, and as long as there is still tomorrow, there is still hope.
Life is to say goodbye to yesterday's self continuously, we will all change, but try not to leave regrets. When you break free of yesterday's cocoon and look back at the transparent empty shells, please smile lightly and fly...
Source: Hohhot Daily
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