It's still a fantasy scene.

But this time I obviously felt the place, although I was still fantasizing, but this time I began to resist the cool scene in my fantasy.

First, those cool points are not as comfortable as that ease.

Second, once I started to fantasize about the scene, it was obvious to me that I had left that ease.

In other words, I lost that ease because of my fantasy coolness. It is equivalent to losing a job with an annual salary of one million yuan and doing a job with an annual income of 2,000 yuan.

Something wrong with your brain, right?

It's a pity that I still fantasize about the scene, even if I am a little resistant, I still complete the whole fantasy.

The sense of ease is gone, but if I keep it going, I really can't find any reason to keep going. Even if I know I'm not done yet, it's good to dissipate, it's good to be uncomfortable, so I can move on.

Don't understand what you're doing?

The distortion in my head is still manipulating me, and every fantasy scene is actually highlighting the character, affirming what the character does. And when I temporarily discard the role, that sense of ease slowly envelops me.

No matter what scene I'm fantasizing, I'm enriching a certain attribute of the character. Maybe it's the chic of a group of people fighting alone, maybe it's the eloquence of the Confucianism, maybe it's the rare warm care in the world, etc., anyway, it's enriching the role.

This feeling is like floating with the sea, very relaxed, and then suddenly remembering that I am a drop of water, a drop of water with some independent will, what fighting spirit. Abruptly, the whole person popped out of the state of integration.

In other words, to think of oneself as one is to hinder that lightness from manifesting. It's not something to be pursued outside, nor is it something to be gained through learning, this ease is mine, and it's always been on the outside. It's just that the role is like a blocking thing, constantly blocking the relaxed appearance.

The wall of thinking is a good metaphor for the fact that the sun is shining outside, but I shut myself in the wall of thinking. Preventing this warm sunlight from shining in, living in the coldness of the mind and shivering, but blaming himself for opening a life in hell mode.

When there is a crack in the walls of my mind, I am terrified because these walls of thought are the only patterns of life that I am familiar with. When I see the rift, I think my life is over. Even, there is a hole in the production, the sun has been shining in, there is already a warm feeling.

But under the fear of thinking, I gave up that warmth, and gave up the feeling of heartbeat. Continue to use the same thinking, continue to use the distortion in your mind, to build the high wall of thinking, and seal the small hole. So much so that I can no longer feel the sunshine, I can no longer feel that heartbeat.

Of course, distortions are man-made after all, and they are false after all. A change, a shock, a turmoil can make the distortion in the brain dissipate for a short time. Next, whether to fight against thinking or continue to believe in thinking is a matter of personal creation.

Alas, what kind of nonsense am I posting again?

I haven't finished it yet, I'm struggling in a sea of suffering, what else is there to say?

When I think of the Empire's pets, I think the Empire's technology is very. Although the so-called science has made the empire what it is, the science itself is a speculation.

My pet, every time I sit down, I give food. I'm a good host, so every time my pet is seated, I give him food, whether it's time or not. So, can pets claim that there is a rule that "every time you sit down, you get food?"

Then, I had a lot of pets, and I was very dedicated. So, when the other pets are seated, I will also give them food. In this case, it creates the illusion that different pets will get food as long as they do it well. Will the pets declare that this is the so-called law, this is the so-called truth?

How do I know that the so-called law that I guess must be a law? Tens of thousands of repeated experiments are successful, indicating that this is true? Can I be sure that it will be successful next time?

While I could bet on my entire net worth and say that Apple would land next time, that doesn't change the nature of this speculation.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt, how could I ever believe in science?

So, everyone has a faith, and there is no such thing as a "non-believer", even if they don't believe in anything, this is a kind of faith in itself. Alas, it's going around in circles again.

Can't you move forward?

Or is there something else holding me back, and the fantasy scene is just a surface?

Yuan Changwen had a headache and couldn't even concentrate.

Damn it!

It feels like there is no way forward at all, everything that is thought about is what has been thought about, and everything seems to have been killed. I don't understand, what is holding me back, and what is it that I haven't killed?

Is it still my mother?

That's right, telling my mother about my current situation, dying, will indeed ruin my mother's undesirable life in her old age. But why should I destroy it? Or how did it become a thing to think about whether to destroy it or not?

Nothing is inviolable, and if I need to destroy my mother's old age, then I will destroy it. If you don't need to, then it's not bad to keep it that way. I don't think of this as sacred or anything, my mother is not qualified to be presumptuous in my head.

No one is eligible!

It seems to be gambling from the perspective of the mother, but in fact, it is simply enriching the role. It feels very strange at the moment, and I know very well why I am plumping up the role under the banner of "I'm afraid of my mother's worry". But when I read the text myself, I felt a little inexplicable.

Perhaps, that's what the word doesn't mean. But it doesn't matter, as long as I know it myself. As long as you recognize a certain self-definition, then whatever you do is enriching the role. There is no right or wrong, there is no discussion of good or bad, these are just not true.

Anything that can be changed, what is the truth?

Since I have a choice, this thing is just not real.

What else is there to say?

Am I too anxious? But why should I procrastinate to get rid of the character? And why am I clinging to it when it's all unreal?

I really don't understand, everything that can be said is said, to tell the truth, what else is there to say? The character is false, and all the attributes and self-definitions that come with it are also false. In other words, my view of the whole world is distorted and needs to be killed.

Then kill it!

Why is it stuck? What is the right to get stuck in me? What threshold? What level? Who has the final say in this Nima? What qualifications and abilities are the obstacles to false illusions?

It's a completely inexplicable situation.