The teacher said that every day was short and there was no time to get angry.
I looked at the swaying phoenix bamboo outside the window, the blooming plum blossoms, the tall tower pines, although the weather was gloomy, but it did not prevent them from being positive and warm.
I was immersed in an inexplicable sad emotion every day because of this bad problem. Seeing the blossom and grieving its withering. See the green tree and feel compassion for its withering. Yes, I'm a pessimist.
In fact, life is kind enough for me: I can wake up on time every day, have a stable job, have a diligent husband, have a daughter I consider excellent, parents are healthy, and brothers and sisters are united and harmonious. All year round, three meals a day, plain, isn't it good?
I always feel that something is missing in my heart, empty, boundless, if you ask me what I lack, I really can't answer.
I also asked myself, does this inexplicable anxiety come from work? Is it from family? From not understood? ...... The answer is no.
In fact, I also know that freezing three feet, not a day's cold, many, many small emotions piled together, it became who I am today - indifferent, forbearing, boring... But I just didn't want to change, didn't want to dissolve that little emotion, but indulged in it and drowned myself until I suffocated.
After listening to the lessons of several teachers, it seems that a solution has been found, that is, to pick up the habit of reading again. Reading, once made me forget to sleep and eat, I can't extricate myself. I also hope that this reading check-in can make me suddenly cheerful and become the enthusiastic, lively, heartless and lungless me again.
Every day is short, too late to get angry, too late to hesitate. Then cheer yourself up, read more, write more, for yourself! 💪💪💪
