Do I have to take responsibility for my life?

If you have children, you must take responsibility for educating them, and if you don't take any responsibility, you will be abused by the whole society. I have a pet and am also responsible for the life of my pet.

This is the way society as a whole treats life, and it is also the rules imposed on me. That's right, it's very human, very loving, but not real.

I always thought that pets should do this, that friends should do that, and that it was a vice that has never been eradicated. For example, I hate pets for making my home dirty, and I'm a cleanliness person.

It's a self-definition, and it brings falsehood. In order to be "clean", I have to clean and keep it clean. In order to prove that "I am a person who loves cleanliness", then I have to project energy to maintain this character attribute.

If someone breaks the cleanliness of my room, then I will definitely be furious. But should I let him destroy it and not stop it?

No, this kind of pre-booking behavior rule, no matter how you make a reservation, is a false self-definition, and it is an artificially set boundary.

Once that boundary is erased, the character becomes dazed and overwhelmed. If someone disrupts the cleanliness of my room, what should I do?

Characters need answers, and they need a course that predicts the future. If not, you have to find one.

Ha!

It's a pattern, I don't know, but the character thinks "I should know", and when the two come together, there are contradictions and doubts. If I admit that I don't know, and I no longer agree that "I should know", it seems that the problem is closed.

So, the character will continue to ask, what should I do, will I think about what to do after it happens?

No, no matter how I think about countermeasures, I use my little head to think, and it's all based on my memories over the years. This kind of distorted choice is meaningless, it is nothing more than an act driven by fear.

Damn it!

I can't continue to think, I can't think about a "non-thinking" thinking, and imagining this "non-thinking" state is simply not possible for me.

It's like I can't imagine the state of the five-dimensional space anyway. Even through mathematical calculations, I know what the five-dimensional space should look like, what laws there will be, how it develops from three-dimensional to five-dimensional, and which two dimensions are added. However, it is still impossible to imagine a five-dimensional space.

In my opinion, it is imposed on pets, such as not bullying the weak, not being able to defecate in the open and so on. Of course, in fact, I built such a standard pet in my head, and then when I found that reality didn't match, I desperately tried to reverse it. For example, pet behavior modification, special training, etc.

I don't know what it means to be "non-thinking", but I know that if I keep holding on to these opinions, I'll never be able to let go. If you recognize these false self-definitions as real and identify the role as me, then you will inevitably work hard for the existence of the role.

That is, it will inevitably protect those who make behavioral choices from harm to their self-definition.

It's stupid to speculate about the future, and it's even more stupid to take speculation as true. And the character is always happy to guess and control, is this the so-called "adversity is immortal, and obedience is adult"?

Follow the role, no matter how hard you work hard, no matter how much you achieve, you are just a "person"?

The character won't recognize this, let alone let it go. The character will directly intimidate, and refute and refute with thoughts that are unimaginable in a state of "no thinking".

I know the characters are fake, and that's enough, so I'm going to kill the characters. The rest, I don't know and don't bother.

Yuan Changwen sat up, his eyes had slowly adapted to the night, and in the dark room, it didn't seem to be so dark. When you turn your head sideways, the view from the window is full of retro style. For Yuan Changwen, an imperial visitor, he is only the same kind of the home planet, and all the styles are retro.

It's quiet, there's no sound, it's a place like this, it's perfect for thinking about slashing. It's a pity that the killing was not so smooth, and Yuan Changwen hesitated for a long time every time he advanced. It's not that I'm afraid of the front, but that I don't know where to put my feet.

Even, I don't even know if I'm going around in circles.

This Nima is really confusing!

See? All my actions are forcing reality to work according to my idea, and that idea comes from the persona, from a false self-definition.

If it doesn't follow my ideas, then there will inevitably be disputes. I have power, so I will use my power to control the other person to get the other person to do what I want. Once reality is more powerful than me, then I will complain and be unwilling.

It's ridiculous! I have so much information, and the choices I make through my past experiences are really funny!

The character is so limited, it has nothing but this little bit of information. There is no way to do it, the role can only be limited to its own information reserves, just like computers, beyond which it cannot make any decisions.

Thinking of all kinds of uncooperative realities, I will always lose my temper and always get angry, although I will regain my strength and continue to think of a way, but after all, I have not changed the pattern of choice. Perhaps my choice will succeed and make me the first person in my empire.

But more often than not, reality simply doesn't bird my choice. When I think about it, it doesn't seem like a choice made by a small brain when the reality matches my choice. Or rather, I felt that reality would happen this way, so I made the same choice.

Maybe, I don't know.

Yuan Changwen slowly got out of bed and stood by the window, many people downstairs were maintaining the same posture, facing the same direction, smiling and opening their arms.

What is the stele? What kind of creature does such a vast spiritual power come from? Why does only the stele appear and not itself?

Yuan Changwen tried his best to control himself to think about these questions, but sometimes these questions naturally jumped into his mind, especially when he didn't have anger and hatred. It's as if the character has regained control, and the whole person seems to be a lot smarter.

I'm just a madman, but unfortunately I can't keep going crazy, otherwise the killing might have ended long ago.

Admit it, I didn't finish it, and I don't even have any progress now.

Yuan Changwen stood by the window, feeling a little painful in his heart, he didn't expect him to be so cowardly, let alone that the killing was so unsmooth. I don't seem to have the courage to move on, and the so-called lack of direction is just an excuse.

The reluctance to move forward is the crux of the matter. What is holding me back? Is it just dying in another galaxy for nothing? Or am I not reconciled? Or do I still want to continue my honor?