Not being afraid of life is my natural state, not the current state of being bound by fear and not daring to move.

What's there to be afraid of? Because the perception in my head tells me that the future is terrible? Because the distortion in my brain is saying, how can I eat without money?

Shit!

Why do you always envy those who have courage? Why do you always feel heartbeat in your heart? Why can't you suppress the wildness in your heart even when you are middle-aged?

Because this is my own state, how much effort does it take for a drop of water to keep thinking that the ocean is hostile to itself? What needs to be done is not to believe that the world is good, but to stop believing that the world is hostile.

Which idea doesn't come from a distortion in the mind? Which idea doesn't come from a distortion in the head? There is no need to add anything new at all, just not believing in the distortion in the mind is a lot easier.

But that's not the end, I'm not done yet, and further is the goal.

Is it because you're distracted? Is it because you're starting to enjoy that sense of ease instead of killing? Or do you need to go crazy? Do you need to aim at your target at all costs?

Of course, there is no price to pay. For the characters, that's the price, the consequence of destroying lives. But what could hurt that awareness for me?

So, there is no such thing as a price at all. Of course, the character will feel pity, and this feeling of pity comes from thinking, and thinking belongs to the character, and when the character is not doing well or even disappears, this thinking will naturally be considered a pity.

But after all, it's false, it's not that I'm thinking at all, I'm just aware of it. Just like TV doesn't feel sorry for changing channels, only the thinking of the channel itself will think that its disappearance is a pity.

What kind of curse did I have to force myself to this state? I suddenly regretted that I shouldn't have started at all. Continuing to do what everyone is doing in the Empire, with his title, it will definitely not be too bad.

However, when I always think about my current state and how bad I was in the past, I am very grateful to the world for pushing me to this point. Otherwise, how could you experience that state of being so relaxed that you can't help but dance.

I don't even realize that I have never grown up, I have always believed in the distortion of my mind, and I don't want to see things as they are. All of this was brought about by the hellish and uncomfortable slaughter before.

Oh no, strictly speaking, just not believing in the twist in the head and then the ease that comes naturally.

When it comes to hell, it feels like a lot of nonsense. How do I know that hell is unbearable, sinful, and imaginable? What if hell is like a bird?

Should I be surprised if I go to hell and see the singing of birds and flowers? But why should I be surprised? All the knowledge about hell is artificially constructed. I've believed in these holes to the point of no doubt that when I see hell as it really is, I wonder if it's an illusion.

Instead of doubting whether the knowledge in my head is correct.

For that awareness, the knowledge in the mind is distorted. But for the character, the knowledge in his head is his own attribute, the reliance on his own walking in society, and the talk point to show off when chatting.

And all I can perceive is information about the character, so naturally I don't think that the character's own attributes will be a distortion.

But a false is a false after all, and no matter how carefully planned, a false cannot become true. Then as long as you think honestly, you can see through the falsehood. Although this kind of seeing through is actually ruining life, not making life better.

Why don't you get rid of the garbage in your head? Those distortions that prevent me from seeing the world, those distortions that overwhelm the characters, those distortions that try to control the ship of life, don't you throw them away? Do you still keep eating?

Obviously, I can't be sure of the correctness of my memory, but the content of my memory always occupies most of my brain. Either I'm thinking about the past, or I'm just imagining a scene, and I've never seen this moment. All you can see is a distortion in your head.

Let me open my eyes to the world, shall we?

Please, don't stand in my way anymore, okay?

Recognizing memory is to constantly enrich the character's attributes, and to constantly strengthen the authenticity of the character. Because the character itself is false, it can only survive by constant confirmation. And those memories are not the best proof of the existence of the character?

Those character attributes are kind, benevolent, frizzy, witty, cunning, able to speak, clever tongue, powerful, and good at singing and dancing...... Isn't it just relying on recognition over and over again to constantly enrich the character's attributes, so as to make the authenticity of the character more convincing.

I just realized that the role of Yuan Changwen was training people, I just realized that after the role of Yuan Changwen was training, the other party felt that he had gained a lot, and I just felt that the character was recalling the past glory.

So, the information about these characters has a dime to do with me?!

Will TV be in the content of the channel's program, to save the characters in the program, will the movie screen stop the villain in the movie, will it preach love and kindness?

I'm just that awareness, or rather, the thinking of Yuan Changwen's character is simulating that awareness.

There is no need to continuously strengthen the character, those memories and distortions are to consolidate the authenticity of the character. There is no rigid self-definition, and there is no definite role attribute to maintain.

All memories should be scattered like petals, not tightly held in my hands.

Nothing is true, so I don't have to grab anything and claim to be true. What the characters see, hear, and think is not real. No one knows what the real thing is, what it is.

It's a very uncomfortable feeling, like knowing that there's a moon there, but never knowing the details of the moon. It's crazy, but how can a distortion in the mind know the truth?

I was just aware of it!

Yuan Changwen felt in his heart that the whole world was no longer solid, but became like a painting. It's just that the content of this painting always has a part of the body of a character. It's no longer the character who sees the world, it's the awareness that sees it all through the eyes of the character.

There is no character named Yuan Changwen, only a part of the body of a character named Yuan Changwen in the picture. This part of the body is no more real than the lake around it, nor is it more important than the rubber band in the hand.

It's all perceived content, it's just the filler in the picture, what's the difference?

Those precious memories are also just the content of awareness. The things that make a character unique seem to be just the background of the picture.