How long has it been since I've laughed?

Even when I laugh, I have a vague feeling in my mind, watching the show.

The so-called joys and sorrows are moving away from themselves, even if they cry and laugh, but there is always a theater watcher by their side, always reminding themselves that these are just a role.

Yuan Changwen sat on the bench, the sun had gradually risen, and the temperature was slowly rising.

It's humorous to think about being a character myself, a character who declares himself a character.

What happens if a character in a TV series loudly declares that he's just a character?

When the hero and heroine are love-hate, this character jumps out and doesn't bother at all, explaining that these are all characters, what will happen?

Even in the face of a terminally ill person who is not far from death, this character will not have much sympathy, these are just plots, just characters! So, what will happen?

If this kind of character is not put in a mental hospital, will the audience still watch it? He has no meaning other than messing with the whole TV series.

Therefore, it is understandable that he was imprisoned in a psychiatric hospital. If I met this kind of person in the past, I would definitely treat it as a madman. At that time, the "self" did not allow these things to appear at all.

Reading books that deprive the "self" and watching movies that destroy the "self", I will subconsciously reject it, and then the mind will quickly find an excuse to show that my rejection is very correct, so as to retain the definition of self-weaving.

I would only read my favorite books and watch some of my favorite movies, and just confined myself to my cell. If someone pulls themselves out of the cell, they will be scolded or beaten.

Isn't Socrates the best proof of this?

Wasn't the spiritual giant of the Greeks executed by the masses because he liked to ask questions and drag others out of the prison of "self"?

Think about yourself in this state, when you kill the gangsters, isn't it just to find the truth and fall into the devil?

Later, I realized that there is no one in this world who can help me. In other words, death alone is the best friend and mentor.

For more than 20 years, teachers have always occupied an important place in their hearts. Whether it is a teacher in school, an expert in a certain field, or a senior, they all belong to the ranks of teachers.

Sage Confucius said, "There must be my teacher in the three-person line", and this sentence has always been regarded as the truth by the whole society. In this way, people are taught to be humble, to be diligent and studious, and to learn from anyone.

There is nothing to teach, and the awakening itself does not require more knowledge. On the contrary, awakening is to take away all the knowledge you already have, to stop believing everything you once believed.

In this case, knowledge is a burden, and teaching is a hindrance. But the survival method of "self" will make you think that if you find a teacher, you can have someone to guide you, and you can better awaken.

When I blindly searched for a teacher, I didn't move on. And when I listened to the teacher's teachings, I still didn't move forward. So, what is the use of the so-called teacher?

Sharpen the knife and do not mistakenly chop firewood.

It's just a hypothesis, it's just a concept. It's just that in order to promote this truth, the author deliberately made the guy who didn't sharpen his knife chop wood slower in the story.

So, I could have written a story about the man who believed that "sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping wood", and while he was sharpening his knife, someone else had already finished chopping wood. Or, because of his sharpening of knives, the river rose so that he had no way to chop wood or anything like that.

Pointless.

Why was I so gullible in some so-called truths and never thought about it for myself? Could it be that the head around my neck was a fake head?

"See for yourself" is the only teaching. Asking yourself who I am, asking myself what is real is enough to ruin all the teachers in the world.

Those words that listen to make you "ding" are nothing more than a way to fit your own self-definition, or that you want to add more self-definition.

For example, "If you need enlightenment and encouragement to make money, then you should be poor." ”

How that makes sense...... Fart!

To put it another way, "If you need encouragement to eat, then you should be hungry." ”

Again, "If you need someone to enlighten you even about, then you should be uncomfortable." ”

Isn't that a bit? Do you think it's pointless?

The reason is that I attach great importance to making money, so I will resonate. But how did the definition of money being important get to my head?

Character attributes!

After more than 20 years of brainwashing, he puts money first, far more than the so-called family love. And those dreams, careers, etc., are simply variants of money.

And when money and "self" needs are intertwined, it is not clear which is fundamental. Luckily, I don't need to tell the difference, both need to be killed.

Burn them all out.

It's not a question of "whether it's good to pursue money" at all, but why can money have such a huge impact on the mind?

Giving importance to other things, giving them the ability to influence themselves. But now, for me, the Giver, they have begun to rebel, and it is even more difficult for me to reclaim that influence.

In addition to burning, can it still be done to negotiate?

I really don't understand how things that are fundamentally false, things that don't exist at all, can be firmly in my mind, and I still think of them as real.

Oh my God, what kind of power is this to do?

When can self-deception be so violent?

Yuan Changwen rubbed his face, this can be regarded as a kind of praise, after all, it is himself who deceives himself.

I am a character, and all the things I value are just the corresponding belonging of the role. If there were no such things as recognition, Yuan Changwen would not exist at all.

Ouch, it's been a few more minutes, sorry death, I forgot to say hello to you when I was thinking so intensively.

You see, the distance between us is close again, and nothing can stop us from meeting.

I like to watch my breath more and more, the gentle flow of air in the nasal cavity, the gentle rise and fall of the lungs, and each breath brings in a large amount of oxygen, so that the heart beats and squeezes the blood, rich in this fresh oxygen.

Blood circulates throughout the body, carrying oxygen to all parts of the body. The muscles don't get sore, the organs stay alive and the waste in the body is removed.

And the most important thing is that after one breath, I will never have one less breath in my life.

Others are afraid, others avoid death, but I have to hug it tightly. What could be better to shoot than death?

This question is simply an arbitrary definition, so why should death be defined as terrible?

Is there any reason to say that death is a terrible thing?

In my eyes, there is nothing better than death, and there is nothing more terrifying than pushing death away. When you push away death, you also push away life.

What kind of education have you received for more than 20 years?!

Death is the most embraced thing.