Everyone has something to cherish, maybe it's something, maybe it's a work, maybe it's an idol. These things will be carefully cared for and not offended easily.

Just like the believers, there is a kind of blind worship of the Buddha, and no one is allowed to say anything bad about the Buddha or question the Buddha.

What's the difference between this and brain-dead powder?

Why is it better to worship a man who has been dead for more than 2,000 years than to worship a singer?

It's all worship, it's all self-woven definitions, where does it come from high and low.

Having said that, once your beloved thing is broken, that uncomfortable and sad mood will last for a long time.

Just like my own work, I put a lot of effort into it, including energy and time, and hope that it will be rewarded.

But in fact, there is no return.

At this time, I will be in pain. The point is that these things are not me, why is it so uncomfortable and so difficult to let go?

He is like the helmsman of a ship, firmly holding the rudder and controlling the direction of the ship.

Take what control?

Relying on his humble ideas and all kinds of poor knowledge, he firmly controlled the ship.

Don't dare to let go, don't dare to let the boat go automatically. And his own control is so small and short-sighted, which often brings inevitable emotional conflicts.

Knowing that it was false, but he couldn't let go, this was the most painful part of Yuan Changwen.

It is also the most incomprehensible place.

Only in real life, one collision at a time, layer by layer deprivation of self-definition, one's fingers one by one from the rudder.

Isn't self-righteousness the best description of yourself?

Yuan Changwen stood on the windowsill of the corridor, his eyes level, and he didn't know what to see.

I can't be sure of anything other than "I exist".

Even if this truth is in his mind, he still can't change Yuan Changwen's habit of control.

How terrifying is the power of the "ego"?

Yuan Changwen had to admit that it was indeed so terrifying. I keep talking to the people in my head, fantasizing about something happening, and then I stand proudly.

This feeling can't be stopped at all, even if I repeat it again and again, these are all tricks of the "self".

But at this point, it doesn't seem to be doing anything.

Worry, anxiety, sorrow, these will still appear in your body, and the only change is to know that these emotions are not real.

Could it be because I'm in too much of a hurry?

Or is the whole self-definition of killing itself absurd?

Depend on!

Is there anyone to save me?

"Little friend, it looks like you're in trouble. ”

Lao Zhang didn't know when he was standing next to him, and Dr. Keiko didn't know when he left.

Yuan Changwen never found out, maybe he was too immersed in his own thinking.

Bah!

Thinking again!

If you don't think about it, you are still thinking, what results can you think about?

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many people are better than themselves, why haven't they thought about the results?

They are smart, logical and thoughtful, and they exude a spark of genius at any time, aren't they more capable of thinking than themselves?

Could it be that I, Yuan Changwen, am the smartest in the world?

Apparently not.

Well, it's because thinking doesn't bring results...... Is it?

Yuan Changwen doesn't know, maybe only those who have come over will know, but where are the people who have come over?

"It's painful, isn't it?"

Yuan Changwen looked at Lao Zhang and nodded silently.

"Broken Dan Lidao is already extraordinary. How many people are trapped in this step and cannot step out. Little friend, don't be anxious, think carefully, this is the first step into the cultivator!"

Yuan Changwen was depressed, chuckled, and said, "However, I don't feel any superpowers such as spells, what kind of cultivator are you talking about?"

Lao Zhang: "Cultivators, what does cultivation have to do with magic? It has always been the realm that drives the improvement of cultivation, and the true qi of spells and the like are just all kinds of conveniences that arise after becoming one with nature."

Just like this world, the convenience it produces is not all kinds of spells, but a kind of ability to make all wishes come true. Even, before you even wanted it, God gave it to you. ”

Yuan Changwen: "Isn't this the word of Jesus?"

Lao Zhang: "Yes, the old man also read the books to confirm this." Before, the old man had been wondering why the effect of the heart method and the like had been reduced so much, except for prolonging life, it had hardly brought more changes.

After reading all kinds of books, the old man confirmed that the convenience of this world is that his wishes come true. All kinds of wishes such as work and life come true, but there is no power to exist beyond the norm. ”

Yuan Changwen: "It's contradictory, since it's a wish to come true, why don't there be superpowers such as Dao Fa Imperial Sword Flight? Could it be that there is a limit to the ability to make all wishes come true?"

Lao Zhang: "That's right, there are indeed limitations, whether it is your world or my world, there are some kind of restrictions. Cultivating to the truth is the greatest reward within the limit. ”

Yuan Changwen was a little disdainful and said, "Who will reward and who will judge?"

Dao. ”

Yuan Changwen thought about it and didn't speak.

Obviously, this topic can never be discussed, because no one knows what it is. The 5,000 words of the Tao Te Ching are all about "Tao".

Hey, wait a minute.

Surrender yourself, let go of the rudder and let the ship drive itself, so what controls the ship at this time?

Is it the "Word"?

Taoism is natural.

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

Everything in the world is the Tao.

Inexplicably, a few Taoist words appeared in Yuan Changwen's mind. These are all rotten street words, and any Chinese person can talk nonsense.

But here, it seems, these words have a different power.

Yuan Changwen faintly touched something, but he didn't know what it was.

So, the important thing is to surrender?

But how to surrender?

Yuan Changwen was amused by his own question, how to surrender? This question is like a middle school student asking, how to memorize words.

It's good to memorize, where there is how to memorize words!

How to sleep? You just sleep, where is how to sleep? Is there any other step to sleep?

Maybe I'm like an insomniac, trying to sleep, but I can't. Then I searched on the Internet, "Thirty-six Ways to Sleep", but I couldn't sleep even more.

Or go to the "sleep club" to create a good sleep effect, so that you can clearly know how to sleep effectively.

Worship those who sleep well, worship at his feet, worship him day and night. In this way, I told myself that I would be able to sleep well by worshipping the god of sleep.

What else?!

Tai Nima is ridiculous, Yuan Changwen himself can't stand it.

But looking back, isn't that what I'm in?

Just now, I was shouting who will save me, where I need what authority, where I need someone else.

Surrender, just surrender directly.

There is no but, there is no if, there is no but!

True, I know that "I did not surrender", but this in itself is already moving towards surrender.

And the constant dialogue with the various characters in my mind, I have to stop, even if it takes a lot of hard work.

Remove time, surrender!

After figuring it out, the tight rope in his body seemed to break automatically, and he suddenly felt relaxed.

The whole person seems to slowly sink into the sea, if he kept struggling on the sea before, but now.

I let go, if I'm going to drown, then drown.

Holding the idea of death, Yuan Changwen let go and surrendered, did not struggle, did not try to control anything, and was not willing to fight for anything in order to become a better version of himself.

Sure enough, he was born a loser, and now he is a salted fish who is not even willing to turn over.

If my mother knew about my state, she would definitely hate that iron is not steel, and she would even cheer for me.

However, compared to being crazy, no fighting spirit seems to be a more acceptable choice.

I'll let it go, whatever you want!

Yuan Changwen experienced a sense of relaxation in his heart, and this letting go and surrendering, the whole person felt fluttering again.

I don't know if this is the first time I have said surrender, and I don't know if there will be a next time.

Why do you care about this, do you still want to control it?

Yuan Changwen's heart was relaxed, as if the world had nothing to do with him, and those careers were even more far away.

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

The mountains and forests in the distance seem to look a little better.