Yuan Changwen and his wife were in the living room, and it was night outside, with only a few yellowish street lamps.

The interior of the room is brightly lit with orange light, which makes the whole room linger with a faint warmth.

Unfortunately, no one pays attention to this.

The carefully selected wall lamps and carefully contrasted walls are no longer anything special today.

When I usually go home, I don't pay attention to the color of the walls and the lights.

The only moment to feel their presence may be when a guest comes and praises the warmth of the lights and walls in the home.

It was only at that time that I realized that the lighting and walls of my house were very well matched, and it was the result of careful selection at the beginning.

So, the conversation shifted again and began to complain or show off everything about the decoration.

Looking at the adoring learning appearance of the guests, I was inexplicably happy.

After listening to Yuan Changwen's statement about the great man's mother, his wife suddenly felt quite interesting, and it seemed that few people focused on the great man's parents.

But......

"Where did you see that?"

Yuan Changwen: "I suddenly thought of it. ”

The wife said disdainfully: "Why don't I know, you are so insightful? We have been married for six years, I don't know what level you are?"

Yuan Changwen: "Yes, maybe these insights are not mine at all. I didn't even think about it, and all of a sudden, these thoughts came to my head. ”

Wife: "Do you want to say that you are a genius?" Biu's sparkle of thought flashed?!

"Maybe. ”

Yuan Changwen ignored the sarcasm in his words, turned around and came to the windowsill, quietly blowing the wind.

It's a little uncomfortable, but it's not particularly uncomfortable, as if there's a thin layer of stuff covering you.

It's not a shackle, there's no heaviness, there's no previous sense of oppression.

But I just wasn't happy, and there was a faint sadness in my heart.

What's going on?

Why do I feel sad?

The whole person seems to be unable to lift his energy, and he has lost interest in anything.

Yuan Changwen leaned against the window frame, wanting to recall some things that he was excited about.

Rich! Lots of beautiful women! Several houses! Travel all day!

I used to think about these things and I was full of energy, but now I ......

Oh.

This one word can express all emotions.

What's going on?

Where does this sentiment come from?

Which self is the product of its interaction with reality?

"What the hell is wrong with you? Tell me, okay?"

Yuan Changwen turned around and saw his wife standing behind him, a little nervous mixed with a pleading look.

I didn't try to hide it, but things happened too quickly, and the sudden change was confusing.

Moreover, in the illusion of the existence of the orb, he has no scruples, but he has nothing to gain.

Finally, on the moon, wait alone for the orb of doom to be cleared.

Losing his superhuman physique, dying slowly on the moon, and before he had time to taste the taste of death and regain consciousness again, he was on a small bridge not far from the community.

When I got home, I was fascinated and began to explore the truth.

Oh, I haven't figured out if my thinking is real!

"The old lady asks you!"

Yuan Changwen looked at his wife who broke out, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that her angry appearance was quite cute.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yuan Changwen: "You look angry, it's cute." ”

"Hmph! Do you think I'll forgive you if you imitate the lines in the movie? If you don't explain the ins and outs of the matter today, you don't want to sleep!"

Yuan Changwen smiled and began to tell that he had been thinking about what was real. Moreover, according to one's own analysis, objective things, emotional feelings, and self-weaving all belong to the scope of "inability to determine the truth".

Wife: "I'm also a fake?"

Yuan Changwen: "It's not false, but it's impossible to determine the truth." I can see your presence and touch your temperature, but it doesn't mean you're real. Of course, it doesn't mean that you are fake. ”

My wife didn't understand, "What's the point?"

yes, what's the point?

Why do you think about this?

I didn't think about it, but I pushed it step by step.

In the past few years of work, I have been frightened, anxious and worried. After work, I want to relax, sing and go to the movies, but it doesn't seem to have much effect.

It is said in society that the schedule of time after work determines the height of life.

This made me feel anxious when I was playing, as if I was wasting my time playing by myself.

But this time is really to be used to learn, and I can't do it.

Before I could figure out what I should do in the future, wave after wave encouraged me to give up thinking and have to run forward with everyone.

After graduation, I work, I work for a few years to get married, and soon after marriage, I have a child, a child's milk powder kindergarten. During the period, it is also interspersed with buying a house and car, wedding banquets, loans and so on.

Who is making these choices? Do we have a choice?

Emotions go up and down, as if they are not controlled by themselves at all, and are wantonly pulled by the monster called emotion.

I've had enough of anxious days!

I don't want to struggle anymore, panic day and night, struggle and struggle.

Tired and tired.

But I can't give up because I have children, I have a mortgage, and I have a home.

The idea of giving up and persevering has been swirling in my mind for a long time.

I really want to let go, love it!

But I don't dare, I'm afraid that I will let go, and the real end result is to pick up garbage for a living.

Before he could think clearly, the illusion of the orb appeared, and he realized twelve wishes and reached the peak.

You can have whatever you want!

Just, so what?

I am also pulled by the monster of emotions, like a roller coaster, and I can't help myself.

Since it is an illusion, such a real illusion, how do I know if the so-called reality is an illusion?

I started thinking and wanted to find out the truth.

only to find that he could not be sure whether the reality was real or not.

I really want to think that I am crazy, there are so many people in this world, am I the only one who has discovered that the truth of this reality has no basis to prove?

However, my logic is so meticulous that I can't find a basis for overturning it.

Everyone seemed to have agreed, "No matter how real this world is, let's agree that it's real first." ”

There is also the "self", which is terrifying after careful analysis, and the results of my weaving for so many years have made the "self" strong and strong.

But these things added to the background are not real at all. And I have been dragged by these things for so many years.

Who am I?

This question is so powerful that it is no wonder that it is called the ultimate question.

People who think are either crazy or on their way to madness.

But who's crazy?

Is it because other people's ways of thinking and thinking circuits are different from ours that they are crazy?

Is it just because they are so few that most of us are normal?

I hate these falsehoods, they make me uncomfortable, they control me, they manipulate me freely.

Slay them!

That's why I'm thinking about these questions. If the authenticity of the whole world is questioned, then isn't it just a joke about our hard work and the sins we suffer?!"

The wife used her mobile phone to inquire while listening, and said, "Look, as mentioned above, this is a middle-aged depression stress reaction." It's normal, exercise more and rest more, and you can recover slowly. ”

Normal reaction?

Just because a lot of people have it, so it's normal?

Yuan Changwen shook his head: "No, this is not right. It's just escaping, escaping from your own melancholy, escaping from the emotions you face. Even if you can use any kind of music therapy, it's just a distraction.

Normal does not mean natural. These are normal for society, but for life, nature is more important. I get it, I'm going to face my fear and depression! I want to see what's inside!

What kind of 'self' is it that produces such strong emotions? I'm going to fix it, not distract myself from adjusting my emotions. If you dare to come, don't even want to run! Come on, fear! Come on, negative emotions! Watch me kill you all!"

Wife: "Are you crazy?!"

Yuan Changwen: "No, I'm not crazy. On the contrary, I'm in great shape and fearless!"

Wife: "Crazy people always say they're not crazy. ”

Yuan Changwen: "You...... Yes, that's the anger I'm going to kill, because the self-definition of 'I'm right and you're wrong' has taken hold in every place. I'll cut you first!"

Come on, let the storm come harder!