Yuan Changwen felt a slight fluctuation, a fluctuation in the depths of the lake, although these fluctuations came from nowhere, but at this moment, he could feel the fluctuation of the lake.

Perhaps, after clearing the distortion in the mind, it is natural to feel something else. Or rather, these so-called other things, the so-called subtle touches, have always been there. It's just that I'm too concerned about the distortion in my head to feel anything else.

What I have seen has always been a wall of thinking, not the way the world is. All of this is conceptualized through a distortion in the mind.

Never, let the state of "I don't know" run through the body.

Is this a good thing?

I do not know.

Does this mean slashing forward?

I don't know.

That's the way it is, what else is there to say?

Whether the future will be over, or the future will be beautiful, this is the result of distortion in the mind.

For example, I had my hands gone. Conventional wisdom would certainly discourage me from thinking in a pessimistic direction. Don't think about what the future will doom, and don't think about how to hug your wife without hands, how to hold your daughter's little hand, etc.

However, if you believe in such as "everything is the best arrangement", and believe that your hands are abolished, what is the blessing and misfortune of believing that you are gone, is there any essential difference between this belief and believing that the future will be over?

It's all noise, they all want to get an explanation of the future from the moment, they all want to control the future.

What if you are deprived of your hands, and your whole person will be abolished from now on? What is the best arrangement?

There is no such thing at all, and any idea of the future is speculation and distortion. Whether it's optimism or pessimism, it's something that hinders things themselves.

"My hands are wasted", and stopped there, without anything behind it. The beauty and horror of the future have nothing to do with me. I don't have to speculate about my future because any inference is a limitation.

Is the future really going to be good? Is the future really going to be over?

Yuan Changwen didn't want to pay attention to the distortion in his mind, those things that weren't bullshit didn't have any qualifications to appear in my mind, let alone any qualifications to manipulate my life.

The fluctuation of the lake is slightly obvious, Yuan Changwen felt this fluctuation slightly, and he will live by the heartbeat in the future. No matter where this wave takes me, I have no complaints, at least not the twisted shit in my head.

Don't ask me, what if a distortion in the mind could control life better than some heartbeat, what if it could be better to get material things, what if it could make life better?

I don't know, maybe, this kind of question based on fear, I don't want to answer.

Perhaps, the next moment I will die. Of course, it is also possible that you will have to live for a long time.

It doesn't matter, the only trouble is the distortion in my head. I didn't start slashing because I wanted a better life, and I didn't start slashing because it made a character unique. Hate falsehood, hate the noise in your head, especially after knowing that the world is not real, this disgust gradually becomes stronger.

And the existence of that sense of lightness, completely knocking any cool fantasy into hell. Compared with that sense of relaxation, the emotions brought by the cool fantasy seem extremely naïve and thin.

That's right, I still fantasize and believe in the twists in my head. But this belief is already in jeopardy, the world is not real, and under this sentence, anyone who wants to believe anything will seem extremely absurd.

Unreal means non-existent, and the character of Yuan Changwen has nothing to do with me at all. So, what is the point of trying to enrich the character attributes for the sake of a non-existent false character? What's more, this kind of fullness is not to be plumped according to the heartbeat, but is controlled by the forced propaganda of the empire, and manipulated by the bewitching woman who fears it.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that even if you don't discuss what is true or not, the simple topic of death is enough to destroy these values that don't even know what the hell it is.

Suppose that the world is real, and if people always die, then what are you doing in this life? How many people will remember you after you die? How many people will recognize your values?

How many people will remember those things that I have always held in my hands and fought with others after I die? Remember me as a person, remember that I have these values, remember my view of the world, remember that I fought for something?

When I die, will I regret the time? If I had to do it all over again, how would I spend my life? What is a new day? How important are the things that I value, the things that I think I must have in my life, and the gaze of death?

It can be answered with strong emotions, what I have struggled with and I don't regret. You know better in your heart whether you have any regrets. These struggles are not what I want, and what wakes me up every day is all fear, not heartbeat.

Are those dreams really my own dreams? Or are they in order to maintain the image of a character who has a certain dream, in order to maintain an image of myself striving for my dreams in the eyes of others?

Do you have any dreams about yourself like?

Ha, again, this metaphor is really super durable. Every time I think of, I feel like my life is not as good as. The twist in my head, you guys are so amazing, I can't even make my life, and I love this life very much.

Compared to helping count the money after what was sold, the distortion in the brain is simply better than not knowing countless times.

Yuan Changwen slowly felt the fluctuations of the lake, and he didn't understand why he was thinking about these contents at all. Does it have anything to do with slashing? It has nothing to do with it, it's obviously explaining how to be a better person.

How can you think about these things, or how can these things suddenly jump out and become your own thoughts?

However, there is no need to figure it out. All along, I seem to think that the thinking in my head belongs to me and can be controlled. But in fact, this thinking can only be false and has nothing to do with me.

So, you can have any thought that comes up, and it's okay how your mind works, it's not my control at all. I'm just aware that there's a thought here, that's all.

I've always believed that distortions in the mind hinder the development of things themselves, the emergence of the state of "not being afraid of life". But now that I think about it, can it really be hindered?