Yuan Changwen stood in the kitchen, the noodles were already cooked, the green onions were sprinkled on them, and there was an omelette.

Unfortunately, our protagonist doesn't care about these things at all, and his mind keeps tumbling.

In fact, if you see it, you can't escape.

You can pretend not to care, but you know very well that all this is just pretending.

Just like the self-woven "goodness", the reason why it becomes good is that most people in the whole society jointly affirm.

There is no factual basis, just because this is a common opinion, just because such a setting is good for society as a whole.

However, this does not change, all this is just a definition of self, just a woven content, just an unreality attached to the background.

Yuan Changwen didn't know what to do, he knew that it was untrue, but he held on tightly and didn't dare to abandon it.

Remove the "evil", and there is good.

What if the "goodness" was also removed?

What's left?

Yuan Changwen suddenly regretted a little, why did he start thinking about authenticity?

Why did you take this first step?

A person's self accumulated over the years collapsed.

Those painful "egos" are effortless to kill, and there is even a feeling of relief.

But now, in the face of those happy "egos", I can't do it for a long time.

Yuan Changwen's happiness, happiness, joy, joy, childhood, helping others, doing good deeds, etc., all these are also woven self, should they be killed?

What am I left with all this? Is it like a marble sculpture, where it is boring to survive?

Yuan Changwen looked at his angry wife in front of him, what was she angry about? She didn't even know who was standing in front of her.

In her eyes, what she is in front of is her legal husband, a man named Yuan Changwen, a person who goes to work and receives a salary, and a father who has just had a child......

And then what?

Leaving all these decorative words behind, who am I?

Yuan Changwen found that the whole problem went back to the original point, and it seemed that this problem was the final problem, and all other problems would eventually point to this problem.

If I don't have a job, am I not me?

Isn't the nature of work, like clothing, just an outward decoration?

When did it develop into a measure of a person by work and wealth?

Yuan Changwen felt a wave of resentment in his heart, as if the whole world was wrong.

Wait a minute!

Why am I not angry?

Is it because I am at the bottom and know that I will not be able to become the top of society in my life, so I am running away?

To make up all this and sound like a mystical theory is nothing more than an escape from one's own failures.

Yuan Changwen was a little unsure, if it was a successful person, would they think about these contents?

Because I am a loser, I find excuses to criticize and despise successful people, and the purpose of all this is just to make myself a successful person.

At least one of those who have succeeded in one aspect can say out loud, "Look, I have seen through the essence of the self, but you have not seen it yet." Do you think you've succeeded, but you're the biggest loser in life."

Is that so?

Yuan Changwen was a little frightened, a little trembling, that demon still wants to deceive me!

Is it really cheating on me?

Or, that's what I thought myself?

Wrong.

I have succeeded, I used to be the first person in the Cheling Continent, and even built the existence of the empire by myself.

But I'm still not satisfied, or rather, I'm still going to be bored.

With the power of the orb, self-weaving is like changing from manual to mechanical, and the weaving speed has increased a lot. It may take a lifetime to pursue a dream.

And with the Orb, it only takes a moment to achieve it.

The reason why it is boring is because there is no impulse in the heart, no goal to chase, and no dream.

In other words, the speed of self-weaving cannot keep up with the speed of self-realization.

So, everything is ego.

Even if you think about it now, it's also self?

In other words, thinking, like the self, falls within the realm of "inability to determine the truth"?

Everything that defines my identity is attached to the background, even my body and mind.

In that case, what do I have left?

Nothing.

"If you don't want to eat noodles, just say it!Don't look constipated, ok?!"

"You're just a ......" Yuan Changwen suddenly stopped talking, because the appearance of emotions made him think again.

I have figured out before that emotions arise because the definition of the woven self interacts with the reality of the situation.

And at this moment, I blurt out that I want to refute, isn't it a self-conditioned reflex?

I never thought that I would define the content of "when others scold me, I will be angry, and I will scold back".

Obviously, this is not something that I put in my head after thinking about it.

Aren't you uncomfortable when others scold you?

It's a social convention again, and it's the demon again, putting it in my head without even noticing it.

Not only is it put in, but it is also carefully placed in a dark corner, entangled with other definitions.

This definition is not easy to discover, and even if it is, there are 10,000 reasons to explain it perfunctory. But after all, a definition is just a definition, and no matter how you justify it, you can't change what it is woven into.

is false.

Yuan Changwen suddenly realized that this was the "self" protecting and resisting. Because everything that defines identity belongs to the self.

Scold me?

Who are you scolding?

That's just my name.

Scolding the body in front of you? That's not me.

What this person does, what he says and does? That's just my "self" content.

If you scold me, it is equivalent to denying the self I have worked so hard to weave, so I have to resist and fight back.

"I see, haha!"

Wife: "Nervous! Eat noodles quickly! I warn you Yuan Changwen, you will wash the dishes in a while!"

"Okay. ”

Yuan Changwen remembered all the agreements he had made with his wife before, all of which were weaving by himself.

For example, "How can I, as a man, do things in the kitchen?"

For example, "How can I, as the head of the family, listen to you?"

For example, "I am also the young master of the family, why do I do all the housework?"

All of these are self-textured definitions.

Of course, a lot of it was given to me by others, and I easily put it into my brain without thinking about it, forming the food of my "self".

Whatever these definitions are, there is no escape from a false fate. However, I myself regard these false selves as my true self, and I still firmly guard these definitions.

It's funny to think about it now.

Yuan Changwen thought while washing the dishes, smiling, as if he had penetrated a large fog. The refreshing sensation is like a stream of water washing over dirty skin, refreshing and refreshing.

"So, emotions are a good thing. Because every time an emotion happens, I can take a good look at myself, and look at the knitting that I have never observed before. ”

Yuan Changwen made up his mind that he must pay attention to his emotions, whether he is happy, uncomfortable or angry.

Especially happy, because the knitting content is in line with reality, it will produce happy emotions. In this case, when the reality changes, the content of this weaving is the source of my own discomfort.

That is to say, falsehood is always false, and the happiness it brings is short-lived.

Reality cannot be static, and in order to maintain long-term happiness, it is necessary to deprive oneself of the content that is woven by oneself.

No, it's impossible to guarantee long-term happiness, it's impossible.

Yuan Changwen remembered his previous thoughts, after clearing the content of self-weaving, how could he remain happy after clearing out all the good and evil.

Emotions arise because of the interaction between reality and self-definition, and now that I have cleared all the content that I have woven with myself, what else can I interact with?

Without interaction, there is no emotion.

Could it really be like a marble sculpture, surviving lifelessly?

Yuan Changwen frowned, imagining such a picture, and suddenly felt inexplicable fear.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

Too ruthless.

These two sentences jumped into Yuan Changwen's mind inexplicably, and they couldn't dissipate for a long time.

Fear made Yuan Changwen forget to wash the dishes, and the excitement just now disappeared.

The faucet kept on, but Yuan Changwen didn't feel it.

At this moment, he is so similar to the powerlessness in the face of the Orb of Doom.

"Hey, don't you want money for water?!"

The wife's yelling made Yuan Changwen instantly angry, as if he wanted to transfer all the fear on his body to the other party.

Fear?

Yuan Changwen didn't roar, and silently turned off the water.

Fear is also an emotion, so according to my theory, it should be the product of interaction, interacting with the future I imagined.

So, what is that self that interacts with the future?

What kind of self is woven to make you afraid of this future?