The moon hung on the crooked branches, the clear silver glow sprinkled on the desk, spread over the books, coffee, computers, quietly climbed on the pillow, nestled in the corner of the eyes, turned into a faint melancholy in the heart, like a wisp, on the curtain intertwined with light and shadow, one scene after another reproduced the various unsatisfactory of the day, the melancholy of today's unfinished tasks, the fear of tomorrow's unknown things. The long night of being disturbed by all kinds of chaos fell unsteadily.
The sense of weightlessness has replaced the happiness of contemporary young people, and the anxiety and crisis, large and small, that are about to occur at any time, like a sudden wind, hit the increasingly fragile psychological causeway again and again. As we grow older, facial anxiety, age anxiety, income anxiety, position anxiety, and even anxiety about the degree of self-identification of those around us, which evolve from learning pressure, squeeze a person's body and soul in all directions.
The middle of the night is the high incidence of anxiety, at the junction of the two days before and after, yesterday's task or not yet over, or will usher in a complex task, the fatigue of interpersonal communication, the sadness of career dissatisfaction, the confusion of the future life... The collapse of an adult may be only for a moment, but that moment is the result of thousands of disappointments. We are not nothing, we can't give up everything, carefully plan to start from scratch, can only be righteous, and go on a determined trajectory.
"I don't want to live such a muddy day anymore, so I want to start over."
The unknown melancholy of the night began to fade when the horizon first appeared golden, as if the tide was falling, and the shore was only a fragment of thought sprinkled with a sprinkling, and finally dissolved in a long warm and melting light. Pretend to smile at a life of nothingness and hide your disappointment. Then quietly say to yourself "It's okay – tomorrow we'll run a little faster, arms a little longer, and then a good dawn." "This kind of self-encouragement and then trying to really create an imaginary dawn of beauty, the seemingly non-special routine we experience is actually one miracle after another.
It is also found in such a simple daily life that the bright future we are struggling for may be what we are experiencing now. The meaning of the road is infinite proximity rather than arrival. "If you miss a day, there is always a tomorrow, if you miss a year, it doesn't matter, the mountain will not go anywhere, thyme and rosemary will come back, the sun will still rise, and the shrubs will bear fruit." 」 So everything is fine, always with hope, always go where you want to go, that is, where you are looking
The text | Lu Jiayu
Editor| Feng Xinyi
Audit | Zhang Yuxin
The picture | Wang Yidi