Maybe one day I'll really give up, after all, it's just a hobby, in addition to bringing me a little spiritual comfort, so that I feel that I still have a little comfort, so I don't live up to what I've learned over the years, and I've tried to persevere, and this is the longest thing I have ever loved to persevere.

Countless dark nights, I am silently typing, reminiscing about life, imagining the future, but everything is slowly changing, I am often lazy and do not move my fingers far, a person in the void to the fullest decadence, love or not, it doesn't matter, not because I don't love, but because I don't love enough, I'm not the kind of person who will die if I don't write, but I have to admit that writing for me does have irreplaceable beauty.

I often sigh in life, positioning myself as a pure and high person, not falling into the dust, not trapped in the dust, but I am in the dust after all, I don't know the essentials, I occasionally feel the color and light of life, quiet and beautiful, but more is still boring and tasteless, eclipsed. To be honest, I gave up a lot of things, although there is not too much pressure, but life is like this, not that you have the final say, sometimes overnight, the vicissitudes of life, the water is difficult to collect, I am still the original me, I am still obsessed with my own lofty state, I love myself, but I am often stingy with money, stingy with feelings.

I was stumped and tormented by life, and I gradually got used to this, trying to give in, but I was not willing to do this, so I chose to write, although what I wrote was ridiculous, but I still felt that I admired my courage and perseverance.

But if one day I can't hold on, then I have nothing to be proud of and boast about, and all my loftiness is just this poor text.

My realm is not very high, because of my limited knowledge and limited life.

Every time I go to a new place, every time I come into contact with a new thing, I unconsciously put it into the norm, I seem to be able to see everything as one thing, like this nature, the sea is water, the river is water, the tap water is also water, for me it is all water, I have never tried to distinguish between them, although I have learned for decades to tell me that they are different, but I don't think they are any different.

With this kind of thinking, life is a lot less fun, but writing is boundless, love and hate, and between the lines reveals the details of my life.

There was a time when I was obsessed with the number of clicks on my articles, and I would be excited about the ten or twenty reads, and I could be in high spirits all day, thinking that was what I wanted, it was so simple and cute, and now I live a much more chic life, I can write when I want, read when I want, and read it if I like to read it, and when these words are gone, I think I have already turned to ashes, so I have no regrets.

If one day I do give up, please don't laugh at me if my friends who have read my article, because I am just tired and need to rest for the time being.

If one day I do give up, please read my article again, count it as a prayer, and I will feel a little lighter in my exhaustion.

If I really give up one day, please stop for a moment and take a moment to remember, which can be regarded as a comfort to me.

The so-called tired or not tired, I just want to say that what I ask for is not enough, but living in me makes me unable to ask for anything, and I have nothing to ask for.