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Shit!

What is love? It's funny, but it's just a self-deceptive decoration. To use these inexplicable words to cover up the beastly 'nature' in the heart, the truth is to cover up the existence of fear.

I didn't want to admit my fear, and I didn't want to admit that I was just a dog under my fear, so I coined certain words to deny it.

It doesn't matter if the others are like this or not, but I am like this anyway, so I have to move on and let the slash go further. The murmur in my head never stops. I don't know how I used to live in this state, and I still seem to be happy.

What am I going to do?

It seems to have become the question that the horn 'color' has been asking, because I am now alone on this planet, I own nothing, and I am still in such a weird green 'color' aura. The horn 'color' always wants to achieve something, and is always afraid of life.

Now it seems that those beggars who pick up garbage for a living really need a lot of courage. Not those who beg professionally, but those who are covered in dirt and often rummage through several streets in the trash for food. They don't pick up plastic bottles for money, they look for food and sleep on chairs under overpasses or by the river.

What kind of power is it that allows them to ignore the anxiety of the horn and just eat enough every day?

In other words, I would have tried all kinds of ways to get out of this predicament, even if I was worthless, it was not a problem to find a job and barely make ends meet. How do they overcome their instinct to be brilliant and live like this with peace of mind? Do they still have fear? Are they still '' by fear?

I do not know.

It doesn't matter whether the horn 'color' is full or not, the key point is how well you grasp the horn 'color'. Even if there are only a few sporadic genera of horn 'color', but you are desperate to hold on to it, then there is no difference from before you kill it.

Think about the time when someone offends you, it's when you get cut off. Think about the time when you want to justify, it is the time when the horn 'sex' has to survive. But is this to allow others to insult and not fight back? Say "yes" to all other people's requests?

Damn it!

Why do you still ask this kind of question? It is clear that you want to find a way to shine in the crowd, and you are still fantasizing about the scene of the duel, and you still want to win. Otherwise, why would such a question be raised? It is people who do not want to lose, who do not want to lose, who do not want to be lost, who ask this question.

It was really a faint fire, Yuan Chang suddenly found that his discomfort disappeared again, as if the faint flame was gently extinguished.

Once again, his sanity succeeded in preventing himself from going crazy, and once again preventing himself from entering the crazy slashing mode. It seems that he has never been crazy. Maybe it's uncomfortable, maybe it's crying, maybe it's painful, but I'm under reason after all.

What bad news!

Yuan Chang laughed at himself, he had never hated his reason so much. Of course, it may just be an escape, thinking that you can kill after madness, or who knows what will happen after madness.

I'm not done, I'm not crazy, that's it. Any other word is a distortion. For the imagination of beauty, for the weaving of ugliness, they are all fantasies of horn 'color', and they are all distortions based on cognition.

The first step to let go of the rudder, surrender. Whatever happens now, it is an inevitability, it has already happened. Well, no matter how much you deny it, it makes no sense. Surrender to the moment, and only surrender, the rest is in vain.

The second step is to give up the distorted ideas in your head, and don't use this bullshit to weigh and choose. Don't be afraid of life, and slowly open your hands wantonly with the flow of life. My hands should be for the breeze of the sea, not for the rudder.

But in such a simple two-step process, I didn't even do one.

Not only did it not be done, but it added all sorts of twists to take control of my life and discard what I had on my own. I am not afraid of life, but when did I start to fear life?

It is quite possible that, from that moment on, you are controlled by a distorted view in your head. I was constantly being repeated all kinds of fearful words, about the horror of the future, about the pain of adults, about the hardships of life, I was terrified!

I always want to say something, and when I'm with people, I always want to express something. It seems that I have to do this, otherwise I will make the atmosphere awkward or something. The point is, why should I care about the atmosphere? I thought to myself that doing this should make the other person happy.

But how do I know if they're really going to be happy? If they're not happy, I'm like, "I did this for you, how can you do that?"

It's funny, "I thought" the other person would be happy, "I thought" the virtual data in my head would be happy, but the other person must thank me? It's completely unreasonable bandit logic, and I always think so.

Don't you understand the meaning of this sentence when all perceptions are distorted? Or do you mean that the words "all opinions" have become a new label that keeps me from looking at what they are?

Possibly, all the labels are cover-ups, so that I don't pay attention to the thing itself.

So, what are the specific perceptions? Speculations about the future, perceptions that nothing is going to end in life, perceptions that I have to have something, speculations about what the past would be like now, what is good and what is bad......

How long does it take for oneself to develop an hatred for these distortions? Man-made distortions, all kinds of distortions that result from knowing nothing but having to know something.

Fear is coming!

Yuan Chang wanted to reject for the first time, wanted to analyze what he was afraid of, and then convinced himself that what he was fearing was not worth fearing at all. This is the usual routine, and it is also the way I used to deal with my fears.

Let fear come in, Yuan Chang suddenly remembered this sentence. So he let his guard down, relaxed his whole body, and let fear erode him. This time the fear was very subtle, and after coming in, I obviously felt a slight tremor all over my body, and a tingling sensation appeared in my arms and palms.

Even, the whole body shook a little. If the fear is strong enough, it can be accompanied by an emotional attack. At that time, I was like a flat boat trying to survive in a storm.

Thankfully, there was less fear this time. After Yuan Chang let fear in, his body reacted slightly, and then let out a fart.

Yes, a fart, and then the fear dissipated.

Yuan Chang smiled, not wanting to explain what it meant. It doesn't mean anything. This kind of summary is originally distorted.

So, a fart, a fart.