Why am I so sad?

Yuan Changwen's tears were dripping down, but he didn't know why.

Is it because of my mother? Or is it a memorial to my dead love?

I don't see the real world, but a world that I think is real, and everything I see is not what it really is, just what I think these things are.

Just as my mother is just a bunch of virtual data in my head in front of me, this universe in front of me is just a virtual data in my head.

It's all "I think" and has nothing to do with reality.

After observing my mother, I thought what the sum of my mother's information was like, so I put it in my head, and this is the image of my mother in my eyes, and I assume that this is the real image of my mother.

In the same way, I looked at the universe and came up with a series of sums of information. So, I declared, the universe is like this, and that's what I think it is. Although it is possible to repeat the experiment, it is only the sum of the information that "I think".

What is the true image of the universe? I don't know.

I don't even know if there is a real image of the universe.

But the universe is certainly not what I see, because anything I see depends on the structure of the human eye. Once the structure changes, so does what you see.

Not only is there a true image of the universe, but I don't even know if there really is a universe.

There is no objectivity, all of them are subjective!

My knowledge of objective objects is all the sum of information that "I think". My understanding of human sophistication is completely false self-definition. My view of life is completely subjective.

Sure enough, there was no outside at all, all of them were inside.

How did I laugh at idealism?

Today's self laughs at yesterday's self, tomorrow's me laughs at today's me, that's all.

The world is so beautiful, but I am so sad.

Well, if I know the falsehood, I can still be happy, what is it?

Perhaps, after the killing, there will be some regrets. Perhaps, after the killing, it will be very lonely, there is no person or anything in the mind, and there is no real person in front of you.

Damn it!

Have I started to imagine what will happen after the slaughter is over?

The character began to induce from this aspect again, giving up the cool point and giving up the fear, which made me begin to fantasize about the end of the killing. This is also a fantasy of the future, a fabrication of the future, and the same kind of control.

Beginning to grieve again?

I don't know what it is, a big man, standing there alone and crying. In the past, it was estimated that he would be laughed to death by his former self.

Identify with other people's self-definitions, put socially imposed ideas in your head, follow so-called trends to avoid being spurned by those around you, and constantly talk to imaginary characters in your head.

This is me, this is the role of Yuan Changwen.

Who isn't like that? And I've been firmly controlled by the words "everybody is like this" for so many years.

The five-character mantra is much more powerful than Amitabha!

What am I? Why do I think I'm more important than grass? Why do I think I have to succeed? Why am I sure that this life is all about beauty?

It's strange that I'm so uncomfortable and suddenly want to be accompanied. But if someone really wants to come and accompany me, I will refuse. No matter who comes, it doesn't mean anything other than to interfere with me and stop me.

I don't need it.

I don't need guidance.

I'm not done, it's as simple as that, keep going.

Pain, discomfort, sadness, all kinds of emotions enveloped me. Very good, I've never had a moment that would have liked these emotions. But now, I am not willing to reject them at all, and the emotions I have now are incomparably real compared to false inspirational enthusiasm and false pessimism and bleakness.

Go ahead, nothing can stop me. All of them were fantasies in my head, all "I think". What qualifications do you have to rule over me, and what abilities do the characters have to play with me?

It's not that I'm being toyed with voluntarily!

Shit!

Why aren't characters dead? Why do characters still exist?

The honors of the past continue to be continued. There is constant noise in my mind, various ideas are intertwined and mixed, and there is the temptation of refreshing points and the drive away of fear. There are so many people and things in my head, and they constantly affect me.

Is it fun?

Anything I do, I have to think about the people in my head, think about their reactions. There is also the fear of the future, and it seems that only by following the current path will there be less fear. But in fact, if you don't make any changes, you will still be irritable.

The future is nothing more than an imagination pieced together from my limited cognition. It's hilarious, I'm bound by this future.

Also, when people ask me "what are your plans for the future?" it seems that as long as I answer "I haven't thought about it, I don't have any plans", etc., I am a person who is not responsible for myself.

Well, just when I'm irresponsible, when I'm a waste of life, just when I'm not inspirational and not enthusiastic.

Anyway, I can't hear what others say. Even if you hear it, that's what it is.

Do I need to convince the other party? No, I don't even know if the other party is a real person, so what kind of persuasion can I talk about!

For so many years, I have been seeking the admiration, attention, and approval of others, but in the end, I Nima didn't even know if the other person was a real person.

What could be more?

What exactly have I been doing all these years?

It was so heavy with sadness that I couldn't move forward. Gotta move forward, I'm not done yet. Even if it takes a lifetime, even if nothing is achieved in this life, I will not give up.

Maybe it will ruin life, maybe it will ruin life, but what else?

Either I die, or the character dies, that's it, there is no third way.

I want to kill characters, maybe I will be considered crazy, maybe my mother can no longer be proud of me, maybe my wife can no longer enjoy the family that her husband exists.

So what?

There must be a real place, and I, I have to go there.

Is this a control of the future? I don't know, but even what? Does that mean that I haven't let go?

There are contradictions, it's normal, and if everything can be explained in this character, then it must be true.

The character incorporates "slashing character" into its self-definition, constituting another element of the character. Then let's see, who dies first.

Is it me who dies first, or the character who is hacked to death by me first.

Thinking about whether it is cost-effective, the first person in the dignified empire does not do it, and he comes here to do something, and it is possible that he will never see his family again in this life, and die in a galaxy that he doesn't know at all.

How do I know if it's not a good deal? haha, it's just the answer to the character's limited knowledge. Like, I don't know what's good for me at all, I just know what looks good for me right now, I just know what "I think" is good for me.

The days of the past are not called life. How do I know in the days ahead?

Maybe worse.