It all seemed quiet.

It's nothing more than a diversionary ploy, so I don't have time to kill. Obviously, there is no life, but he is dragged by life. It's like a crazy machine, and you can't stop it.

Slashing at KTV? Slashing while watching a movie? Everything is a delay, either slash or not, it's as simple as that.

And I, on the other hand, always don't want to see this simplicity, or rather, always avoid killing. It seems that there are many things that are more important than slashing, and there are many things that are worth busy with.

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Busy in the false, in the unreal world, taking the false as the real, and then constantly circling around these things? Maybe it sounds good, those life achievements, those material or spiritual heights, as if they are all things worth pursuing.

And hard work always seems to give people a positive image. It's as if it's a big bad thing for a person to abolish it, and even, just thinking about the scene of his own abolition makes people shudder.

Why can't it be scrapped?

I never ask questions like that, I just follow my fears. Take hard work as an effort, as a positive, rather than a drive for fear.

Every time, I am afraid of the future scenario, and then I try to avoid it. But I never thought about why this scene brought fear, why I was afraid of this.

It's the distortion in my head that creates these fears, but I don't pay attention to the distortions in my head, but instead follow the fears or fight against them. It's like your own bear child getting into trouble, but it's never the child's fault.

Why do I have a fear of not having money? Is it really worth being afraid of not having money? Or do I have a fear in my head that not having money?

So, how do I know that not having money is a bleak thing?

It's not a matter of preference, it's just a matter of distortion pulling me and forcibly distorting me. I don't like diarrhea, but it seems that real diarrhea can be bearable.

The point is, what qualifications does money have to pull me, and what qualifications do you have to pull me like this?

I scare myself silly every time I face fear, but now, I'm going to see what is scaring me. Then you realize that you don't know what it is.

Who's preaching money, who's putting money in my head?

It's as if it's a matter of course that money is important, and it's a very strange thing to think that the previous generation or the people of the previous generation couldn't see it. I think, how could people at that time despise money, how could they think that rich people are not of high status?

Now, if we take money for granted, will it become the contempt of the next generation? A hundred years later, people at that time did not understand why our generation valued money so much, and could not see something that was more important.

What are the things created by the times to show off in my mind as real? Those distortions in my mind are prejudices, and there is nothing to say. No matter how reasonable the content is, it's still just prejudice.

No matter how plausible, a false is a false, and an artificial distortion is an artificial distortion. Can't you live without money? Is it miserable to be miserable without money?

An honest person can only answer "I don't know" or, "As far as I know, I think it's all over without money." ”

What is the scope of my knowledge?

That's a piece of!

Whether the future exists or not, worrying about the future is. Because this concern is just a distortion in the mind, just a prejudice, what is there to believe?

That feeling of worry is not reasonable at all, the whole life is not reasonable, everything is false.

It's as if I don't care about all these irrationalities, I don't need to know who I am, I don't need to know where I'm from. Anyway, there is such a person as me, anyway, I have to live according to the traditions of society, anyway, I think about those life events instead of thinking about the reality of the world.

Is this reasonable?

What is a mother? Which of those words about my mother is not the product of emotion? Which one is not artificially distorted?

I'm supposed to stay away from these twists, it really makes me feel sick.

Yuan Changwen knew that this was very cruel, who would have nothing to do to kill him? Especially in the face of his own mother, and she was still a good mother, how could she kill her mother?

This kind of can't just come from the shaping of the times and from the distortion in the mind. Do I really have an instinct called gratitude and gratitude? Because I have been together for a long time, my mother's dedication, and my mother's hard work finally converge into a rushing river of mother's love, so I shouldn't think about these killings at all?

How did I get my mom to have an unshakable position in my head?

First of all, it is the incessant propaganda of the school society, as if they must be filial. This is how I was taught from a young age, and this is a kind of brainwashing for a long time. There's never a why, it's just a repetition, just like when I look at believers who are devout in God, and I find it incredible.

Is it not necessary to prove the existence of God in order to worship and believe in God? If I ask like this, I may be overwhelmed by the strong emotions of the believers. And if someone questions about filial piety, they will also be overwhelmed by my emotions.

Secondly, it seems that my mother has paid so much for me, and I can't help but want to repay my mother. However, this kind of reciprocal behavior is still for myself, so that the character attribute of "I am a filial son" is enriched.

Maybe it's from the recognition of my own heart, maybe it's from the recognition of my mother's words, maybe it's from the mouth of the aunt next door.

Where is this point of filial piety?

How did the seemingly natural idea of "others are good to me, and I should be good to others" got into my head?

Is it because that's how you can live, or is it because you're comfortable inside?

However, this is not true at all, it is still just an artificial distortion. Even if I feel comfortable inside, even if I help others make me happy, but there is no reason to think that the things that make me happy are real?

Yuan Changwen found that he had always focused on those things that were afraid of the dark, and he was always aiming at fear. But the things that make me happy and comfortable don't seem to think about it at all, let alone kill it.

The things that make me happy and make me happy are still not real. There is no reason to continue to exist, and the opposite of these sunny and joyful things must also exist. No matter how deep you hide, there will still be opposites, which is duality.

There is no coin that has only one side.

See, it's not about making yourself a better person at all, and it's not about fleshing out the characters.

It is a madman who destroys everything he has, including himself.