I have always lived with care, as if walking on a tightrope, ready to guard against the hostility of the universe.

Of course, it's not right to live a bold and unbridled life, as long as you grasp something deep down, then the character's words, deeds, and thinking don't matter.

It seems that the unbridled life full of courage is still only scared in my heart.

Maybe I'm afraid that others will look down on me, maybe I'm afraid that I'll shatter the character attribute of "I'm a person who lives a presumptuous life full of courage".

The key is to cut the anchor, the key is to discard the grasp of emotions.

As long as you don't grasp anything in your heart, it doesn't matter what kind of behavior the character has.

Instead, through the behavior of the character, to determine whether the heart is grasped.

In other words, my focus is only on whether the heart is being pulled by emotions, not what the character should do.

There's nothing to think about, and there's nothing to weigh up.

The so-called hints from heaven are still just distortions in the mind.

Become a downstream and naturally know the next step.

I'm not interested in going downstream, and I'm going to be in a state that I'll naturally reach when the kill is done.

The character must die, and there is nothing worth keeping.

The distortion in the mind will judge too many things, but this judgment itself is, what is there to believe.

Explode, what are you waiting for, it all can be destroyed.

Thinking has nothing to do with me, it looks like I am thinking, or rather, thinking is me, but it's just an illusion.

There are no characters in reality, and the limitation of thinking is only the presentation of picture elements.

Worry, panic, fear, these in themselves are not justified.

Everything doesn't make sense, it's just that the elements of the picture are presented like this, and the so-called truth is only barely explained to make me understand.

Even, this act of understanding the world is still just a presentation of picture elements, not a mistake.

I'm going around in circles, and I've known this stuff many chapters before, what else to stay here.

It seems that this sense of smoothness can put oneself at ease and appear to be moving forward, breaking through a level that has one level.

However, these so-called levels have already been broken through, and this kind of thing that has been ruined by repeated stampedes is just enriching the characters.

Just waiting to die.

There's nothing to think about, and there's nothing to think about.

It doesn't matter what the character is in, and "what the state means" is just wishful thinking.

Even if the teacher says so, and the classics describe it like this, what about it?

Can I confirm that this is true?

Maybe after the killing, I can pretend that this is what I have experienced, as described in the book.

But can I trust it at the moment?

I was only aware of a memory of the teacher's description of the slash.

I just noticed that there was a book about the various states of slashing forward.

That's all, it's just a visual element that I perceive at the moment.

There is no mother, no wife and children, and no me.

There is no need to continue to discuss anything, only to destroy everything.

All that I cherish will be destroyed, because I hold fast to them.

The pull of inner emotions, that strong anchor, is a thousand times stronger than anything in the world.

Even, if the anchor is cut, it may still be restored again, and the false is to have this means.

Or, pretending to be cut off to dodge a fatal blow.

Step on flowing lava with only a few protruding rocks to dodge.

And when I'm standing on the rock, I'm stuck here forever, and the magma never stops.

To put an end to this, you have to step on the lava across this area.

But I had no idea how big the magma was, and I didn't know if I would make it that far.

The devouring of my heart made it difficult for me to stay comfortably on the rock, and the scorching heat of the lava seemed to burn me up again.

Destroy, there is nothing to keep.

No matter how nice it is, no matter how comfortable it is, as long as the character doesn't die, it can't be done.

How could I continue to enjoy something, that torment, that devouring kept reminding me.

I can't go back, and I don't want to go back, kill the character and destroy everything.

I can't see any so-called life events, I can't see the so-called important, and all those goodness and beauty will be destroyed.

Killing my mother, killing my wife and children, there is nothing to be presumptuous in my head.

None of this is true, what to talk about, what to talk about, what to talk about in life.

I'm just scared, I'm just a pile of fear.

What a palpable fear that made me cling to self-definition, and made me put together all these things that didn't exist into what they were now.

Fear makes up all kinds of lies, pretending to be moral, pretending to be good, pretending to be positive, pretending to be positive.

And the deepest part is the fear of "no role".

My words and actions are completely manipulated by fear, it's not that there is a demon and an angel fighting inside me, but that both the demon and the angel are cross-dressing with fear.

I don't know how other people are, but I'm just scared.

Everything I say and do is based on fear, and the most terrible thing is that I don't feel like I'm afraid at all.

When you say something, you are just afraid that you won't be able to speak, or that your words will be overturned.

If you want to struggle, you are only afraid of the bad future, and afraid of the ridicule of others.

Those responsibilities, those beauty, those sweetness, are all hidden transactions built on fear.

Disguise it with love.

What would I do if there was no fear?

Then, just thinking about doing it yourself, you get scared.

One is the fear of consequences, as if something I do is bound to have consequences, and then I simply can't accept the consequences.

But will this so-called consequence really happen?

Second, the fear of letting go itself, as if even if there are no consequences, you dare not let go.

I thought I was sane, I thought I was thinking normally most of the time, and I was in a state of emotional rationality.

But in fact, I'm an emotional monster.

The cross-dressing performance of fear, what I admire the most is the fear itself.

When the emotion of fear itself appears in the cross-dressing of fear, it seems that if it were not for this emotion, I would have been free from fear.

But in fact, I was still in fear, but I didn't recognize that the true face of other emotions was fear.

It's like a ghost, scary.

And when the ghost put on the mask and changed his appearance, I felt comfortable and happy and wanted to hug.

But it's still a ghost, it's still the same ghost.

False means are too terrible, what reason do I have to refuse to enjoy them?

What reason should I give up being happy?

It seems that those good things can easily capture me, buy me, and make this killing come to an end.

Like many times, he has touched the brink of slashing, but he has appeased his anger.

Is this kind of behavior worthy of praise?

Calming the anger and calming down seems to be a very powerful thing.

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