I don't care about my dreams of money, even if I don't have money, I'm silently sticking to my dreams.

Is there such a dream?

I don't know, maybe there is. Again, I don't understand why I always like to use the word "persistence". It seems that doing one thing for a long time is worth singing. In that case, why not sing the praises of?

Why not promote those who squat on the toilet every day to? Isn't that a form of persistence? Or does the so-called "persistence" not exist at all, but is just a product of a distorted mind?

Optionally add the tag "Stick" and let me see only the tag itself, not the thing that the tag represents.

If a person who squats on the toilet and poops every day and preaches that it is a terrible thing to preach that he is some kind of insistence, he may be ridiculed by everyone. Well, let's assume that dreams are all about things that we have, moving towards a certain goal.

So, if someone insists on assassinating the president, someone insists on destroying the planet, what is that? Ironically, these are not considered to be anything to celebrate.

It's all the same insistence, why is the so-called dream worthy of praise? It's completely a boring means of the character, and I don't know the so-called chaotic role at all.

I always thought that the character of Yuan Changwen was actually very simple and clear, but now it seems that I don't understand what the so-called "me" is. There are too many unknowns in it, and more are countless hypotheses that cannot be verified.

It's not a shame to admit that you don't know, it's just an honesty. This kind of "admitting that I don't know" is not at all what I used to understand, I don't know quantum mechanics, I don't know biological genes, so I don't pretend that I can talk about something.

Instead, be honest about what you know, be honest to the point of cruelty, and then you will find that what you know is wrong. In other words, the so-called "I know" is nothing more than wishful thinking.

Persistence is really a word.

Yuan Changwen found that he didn't seem to be able to understand what to insist on and what dreams he had, and he could understand his previous self. Even, I used to be an inspirational person who moved forward with dreams.

If dreams deserve to be celebrated, then please sing the praises of all dreams, including the extermination of all mankind. If all the sweat and persistence will not be disappointed, then abandoning one's family for money and power is equally worthy of respect.

Yuan Changwen remembered that if he really promoted these things in the empire, no one would argue at all. Strong emotions are enough to drown oneself, and discussion is simply impossible, and if anyone can really calm down and have a discussion, then there is no need for discussion.

You can see this for yourself.

The reason why it was a little uncomfortable and even uncomfortable was that the bastard's voice began to be heard by himself, and the so-called normal reason could no longer hide the bastard's voice. I gradually became honest, and at the same time, the belief I once believed did not dissipate. In this way, it will bring a kind of doubt, as if you are wrong, as if you were right.

Because everybody does.

So, what exactly is a dream?

If I just do what I want to do, then it's not worth showing off like I want to shit and I shit so I do, what's there to celebrate? I want to dance, so dancing, does it have anything to do with what sweat insists on paying hard work?

Fearful drag show is just that.

I am afraid of having no money, and I am worried that I will be unknown to the public for a lifetime, but I can't directly say that I like money. So, I used some dreams to whitewash, and at the same time, I made my embarrassment at the moment not seem embarrassing. It's as if, there's a great future waiting for you, and yourself as a person who sticks to your dreams, so you can't denigrate me for anything.

Keep the character, flesh out the attributes, add self-definition. I don't think I'm just cowering in the whip of fear, or even think I'm free from fear and striding after my dreams.

Amusing.

Perhaps, it is really possible to achieve the dream. But it doesn't matter at all, unreal is unreal, fear is fear. I didn't mean to convince others, this was my killing, my life. Everything else is just background information about my life.

The protagonists of the times, the imperial family, the perfect starry sky, those characters at the top of the pyramid, those who stand proudly in the universe, are also just the embellishments of my life. In my life, they are supporting characters, just beings who enrich the world.

Madness is always comfortable, and sadness is the antidote to it. Compared to talking about cognitive upgrading, summarizing various industry rules, and bullshit stuff like life coaches, madness and total negative emotions make me more comfortable.

Maybe it's because I'm a heretic myself. What would the world be like if everybody were like me? I don't know, maybe it would be destroyed, maybe there would be no economic uplift, maybe maybe it would just be that the upper echelons of the empire would no longer be able to rise to the top.

Is it suicide for other caterpillars to have a caterpillar in a cocoon? Is this self-destruction? Is it unimaginable?

Suppose that no caterpillar knows that entering a cocoon can transform into a butterfly, then all caterpillars will desperately try to stop that caterpillar from entering the cocoon. Right, for the caterpillar, this is obvious destruction.

Of course, do I know that my killing will touch the real thing? I don't know, it's just that the teacher said that. I don't remember the reason, I can't figure it out, but I just killed it.

It's just to kill, it's just that I can't stand the falsehood, but all of a sudden, I started to kill inexplicably, but the discomfort and madness quietly dragged me and ran for a while, and then when I was afraid to pull me back again, I found that I could only grab a little corner of my clothes.

Presumably, the caterpillar that entered the cocoon was not for the purpose of turning into a butterfly, it was just that it couldn't stand its own state, it was just uncomfortable, and it was just that he didn't know what was going on, and those once important beloved things suddenly became dispensable.

That anger, that madness, just dragged me forward. When I stopped, I wanted to go back because I was afraid, because I couldn't see the light in front of me. And thinking about being deceived by falsehood, thinking about the twist in your own mind, that anger also begins to burn.

I can't be sure if I'll be able to kill it, just like a caterpillar in a cocoon can't be sure if I'll ever break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly. It's entirely possible to die in a cocoon, and it's very likely that I'll be like that for the rest of my life.

Nothing to achieve, never to be killed, and the miserable life of abandoning the first man in the empire.

However, it doesn't seem so tragic. First of all, I can't die, because once I die, it will be a homecoming, but a hug for the Grim Reaper. Secondly, the part that defines the miserable will also be killed.

No one defines misery, so how do I know I'm living in misery?

After all, it's just a character, nothing important. The seductive woman of fear managed to use her fear to pull me back, but it also pointed out what I needed to kill.

It's because I take something as real that I give fear a chance to get its hands on it. ()

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