During this time, testing, awaiting trial, appearing in court, and so on.

It seems busy, but it's just for the staff.

Yuan Changwen himself has a lot of alone time.

Of course, he can't be alone, and he can't necessarily find someone if he wants to communicate.

It was in this solitude that Yuan Changwen found that the self-definition in his mind was even more powerful and terrifying than he imagined.

I thought that the definition of self-weaving was nothing more than the definition of one's own life, values, preferences, and so on.

But in fact, much more than that.

In his alone time, Yuan Changwen began to constantly imagine the future development, which was difficult to control many times, and he didn't know his thoughts at all.

When I reacted, I had been thinking about it for a long time.

It's not the same as being with a doctor, or thinking about "what's real" all the time that night.

That kind of thinking can find the root of emotions step by step, and see what exactly is self-defined and interacts with reality.

And now this kind of thinking of alone time is completely in a state of chaos.

Imagine your job, and despite being in a prison cell, your clients are not lost. At this time, the customer went to the company to negotiate a list of hundreds of millions of dollars, and suddenly found that he was not there.

Then the customer found the manager, and after the claim smiled, at this time everyone found their own level. Everyone was amazed, they didn't expect Yuan Changwen to be so powerful. Immediately after, they will sigh and say what a pity.

He was very proud, standing in the distance with his hands behind his back, disdainful and arrogant. These things, these so-called commissions, are all for you! These are not real, so I don't want them!

By the time Yuan Changwen came back to his senses, this imagination had ended.

What is this?!

Imagine that when I was traveling in Australia, I suddenly met an old lady with some problems in her legs, and she was in the recovery period with crutches.

I walked over and told her that it would only take ten minutes for her legs to recover. The old lady did not shirk, but believed in herself very much. So he used special techniques to massage, dozens of silver needles were inserted into different acupuncture points, and the thumb was bitten to write blood charms.

A series of dazzling movements, extremely handsome, and full of Taoist immortal atmosphere. Soon, the dozens of silver needles exploded, and the old lady immediately stood up and returned to normal.

Then he played the sign of rejuvenation with wonderful hands, and walked leisurely on the Australian soil. Countless people have come to occupy the headlines on major portals.

Depend on!

When Yuan Changwen reacted, the whole story was imagined to end again.

What is this?!

Good look, demon, always inadvertently deceive yourself.

It's a comfortable kind of imagination, isn't it?

Isn't this simple vanity of being majestic and letting everyone worship you is exactly what everyone expects?

Even monks will look forward to the prosperity of incense!

It's normal to think this way for yourself...... Fart!

Normal?

Doing the same thing as most people, it's called normal.

In the Middle Ages, everyone believed that the center of the earth's universe, and they also believed that this was called normal.

Feudal society, agriculture and industry, learning and excellence, this is called normal.

But don't you have a brain? Why do you just follow everyone and live a normal life?

I don't believe that everyone has no pain, everyone lives in a paradise-like place, and I, Yuan Changwen, am burdened with such pain.

Even if it is, it doesn't matter, other people's happiness is someone else's. Even if it were true that I was the only one in the world who suffered, that would be true.

I had to let go of the pain and stop being pulled by my emotions. The most important thing is that these pains are self-woven definitions, these self-definitions that come into my mind at some point and control me.

If the mind is not controlled, then what could be more terrifying?

In the past, everyone would comfort, "Don't think so much, it's better to improve yourself if you have this time, only when you become stronger and perfect, things will become handy." ”

"In the future, you will be grateful to yourself for working hard now. ”

"Don't think so much, concentrate on doing what you do, and leave the future to the future. ”

"People like to be lazy, they like not to work. But this will not help the future, hurry up, you don't have time to waste, why do you want to do so much!

However, this is just a way of shifting the mind, moving the mind from one place to another.

Is this also called control?

If you can't control your mind when you're quiet and alone, what qualifications do you have to call it controlled thinking?

Yuan Changwen was also a supporter of these inspirational words before, but these are nothing more than telling himself to work hard and become a better version of himself.

But, who are you?

It's as if, if you succeed in your work, you will succeed yourself.

So, your own job is yourself?

Or is it that the biggest enemy in life is oneself, that is, one's own laziness, procrastination, and crankiness.

But these are not fundamentally different from striving for progress and striving for progress, they are all self-definitions added to the background.

Of course, these self-definitions are very important in the pursuit of success.

The question is, why should I pursue success?

Who put this goal in my head and made me fight for it all my life?

It's just a lamb chased by fear.

I am the lamb, pulled by fear, trembling in the face of the monster of emotions.

A large herd of sheep is running in the direction of success, and different "selves" have different definitions, but all need attention and are driven away by fear.

If one sheep asks, what is this doing? What would the other sheep say?

What happens if a sheep decides not to run away and is left to the slaughter in fear?

Yuan Changwen not only decided not to run away, but also prepared to go back and kill the emotional monsters one by one.

Hey?

Yuan Changwen suddenly thought of a previous thought, is it because he is a loser that he is so opposed to "self" and success by doing these things by himself?

You see, the fastest leader enjoys everyone's envy, love, reverence, and so on. They will never put down their position to think about whether to stop.

So, you're a loser, making excuses for your failures?

But......

"No, you're a loser!"

Yuan Changwen suddenly roared, and his voice echoed in the cell, even clearly outside.

"Hey, buddy, first time in?"

In the cell opposite, several people were being held, different from Yuan Changwen's pending trial, they were some thieves and ruffians and hooligans.

Yuan Changwen glanced at it and did not reply.

The man spat and shouted, "Master asked you!"

Yuan Changwen raised his head and raised his middle finger in disdain.

"Haha!"

The person in the opposite cell instantly burst into laughter, like a fryer.

I don't know if I'm laughing at Yuan Changwen or laughing at that person.

"Boy, you have a kind! Believe it or not, I will kill you?! Dare to be arrogant in front of my master?! Don't let my master meet you outside, see you and beat you once! There is a kind of leaving a name!

"Kill me?!"

Yuan Changwen first chuckled, then laughed.

"Kill me?!You'd better kill me now! I've wanted to die for a long time! Do you think I'm comfortable right now? I'm depriving myself! I'm depriving myself of my beauty, kindness, and progress! Do you know that it's better to die than this!"

Yuan Changwen grabbed the steel iron door, shook it vigorously, and roared.

"Please, kill me! I really don't know how to continue! Without ideals, what am I? Without responsibility, what am I? Without kindness and no principles, who am I!"

Yuan Changwen roared and wept, and his snot was also suspended in the air as mucus.

"Do you know? You don't know, you don't know anything. No one can bear it, no one wants to deprive themselves, mom is gone, family is gone, to hell with it!"

Yuan Changwen crouched in the corner alone, letting tears and snot cover his face.

There was silence in the cell opposite, a conversation that was completely unexpected.

The catcher came quickly, knocked on the door of the cell opposite with a baton, and said:

"Settle down, that person is mentally ill, don't look for trouble!"

The ruffian hooligan decisively lowered his head and smiled, and hurriedly said yes, looking at Yuan Changwen with a hint of sadness in his eyes.