True, there are still a lot of questions, a lot of very real ones.

For example, how to raise children, study, or your own house, and work to earn money and so on seem to be very serious problems.

However, I wanted to laugh myself, and the questions seemed to have turned into a joke, and there was not the slightest seriousness at all. It's like a kid asking me a question about fighting monsters, it's very serious and important, but I can't feel the slightest importance in any way.

Perhaps, I'm just a coward. What people call a coward, the sad person who can't raise the fighting spirit, or is content with the status quo, is like me.

Eat and die, and be happy to do so.

Doing nothing, but always with a smile.

Why don't you work hard? Why don't you struggle? Why waste your time? Why don't you work hard? Why don't you work hard to make money? Why don't you think about the future? Why don't you do some emergency measures in case something happens in the future?

I was like a madman, looking at the questions, watching how the distortions in my head were fooling me.

Yes, the achievements of the past are indeed brilliant, but they are not true after all.

What happens when I'm like a child's play? Who else can I play with?

Without responsibility, I can abandon the woman in my arms at will, how can this monster live in the crowd?

Maybe not, maybe you can, I don't care. However, there are some things that I care about, and that is the role of others. Even though all of this is just a visual element that I perceive at the moment, it seems that I don't have the courage to stay in those chatter, those scenes of all kinds of theories gushing endlessly.

Wrong!

I hadn't finished yet, and the feeling of easy fusion began to make me presumptuous again, and I began to fantasize about what it would be like to be after the slash was completed. Obviously, I'm not done yet, I still have questions, but I still pretend that there are no problems.

I know that there is only this moment, but I always don't want to believe that it is only this moment, and the memory in my mind seems to be very precious. Everyone's memories are different, and it seems that these memories shape the person. If a person's memory is completely replaced, and he or she is unaware of it, then it can only be said that the person has also been replaced.

Therefore, memories are precious and must be firmly remembered. However, this also assumes the linear passage of time and the authenticity of the past. There is no one at all, where are these memories precious? What's more, I don't know if these memories are mine or not.

How can one think of doubting the feeling of the past when it is so real? But this real feeling is only an emotional justification, and there is nothing substantial to prove the truth of the past.

Yuan Changwen was very uncomfortable, and he didn't understand why he pushed himself so hard, the ease just now was gone. On the other hand, is it really self-pushing? Is there any freedom in all this?

It felt like I had been standing still, not moving forward. Who knows? Right, there aren't any maps that I can use as a reference. Even, whether this standing still is also a kind of progress, I agree not to know.

What exactly do I know?

Either way, I'm not done yet, moving forward is the key.

That awareness is everything, and all that is just the visual element of the moment of awareness. Is it awesome to be reborn? It's just a few more visual elements. There is also no paradox in time travel, any grandmother paradox or anything like that, because it's just that the elements of the picture are different.

I don't even know if the picture elements I perceive are really different from others, just as I can't be sure that the picture elements I perceive at the moment are the same as others.

Perhaps, I saw an apple here, and others were just programmatic accompaniments. Right, I'm reborn, I've crossed over, and I have memories that no one else can have. But how do I know if someone else really doesn't?

At this moment, I am aware that I still have relevant memories of this world in this world, and at this moment I am aware that I am in another world and I have memories of a certain world, so I declare that I have crossed over?

All of this is just a visual element that is perceived at the moment, and there is nothing remarkable at all. No one knows what will happen next to the graphic element, but no matter how bizarre it is, it's just a graphic element.

Moreover, the so-called bizarre is only the bizarre thought by the visual element called "thinking".

Why should I stand in that state of mind? It's not that I'm thinking at all, I'm just aware of that thinking, and I have to say it a few times before I can understand?!

I don't know, but the visual elements that I perceive at the moment indicate that I can't fly. That's all, who can be sure that they will be able to fly in the future? And there is nothing to believe in those picture elements, just picture elements.

Whether the character can fly or not is false. Since it's false, it doesn't matter if it's unimportant, and any situation is possible.

Yuan Changwen felt a little uncomfortable, as if something was binding him. But in fact, what can bind the real? And those so-called bindings are themselves myself.

I've always been free, but I don't know, and I don't even believe it. The character of Yuan Changwen is fake, his mind is full of all kinds of distortions, and he wants to control his life.

I want to die, and the feeling of devouring is endless.

What is the mechanism of truth to falsehood? Why do you always subconsciously think that time passes linearly, even though you can't prove the existence of time?

These questions are problematic because I should know about them, but I don't know them now. So I kept looking for an explanation, and I kept trying to find a reasonable answer.

Oh no, there's also the assumption that I can control my thinking. Right, only if I can control my own thinking, can I always think about what I want to think, and I can concentrate on a certain problem.

But free will doesn't exist, so how do I know what I'm going to think about the next moment? Maybe one moment the blood is boiling, the next moment maybe the goal has been shifted.

Yuan Changwen suddenly felt a headache, the position of his temples was very uncomfortable, and his eyeballs seemed to be full of swelling pain all the time.

Am I going to stop? Am I going to stop there?

No!

Don't end it like this, maybe my life will be ruined by this impulse. It's hilarious, as if this life is good before the first step. Life used to be shit. Of course, maybe the rest of life isn't even as good as shit.

The character keeps going around in circles? The character can't kill it? I'm just wasting my time and then taking my self-righteous stride? It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the world isn't real, that's all.

Maybe there is still fear that wants to hold me, maybe there is something beautiful waiting for me, maybe there is still some responsibility and what warmth is holding me tightly. It will all pass, and all this is just a dream after all.

The unreal does not exist, and the real never ceases to exist.