Who am I? Or, what am I?

It's funny to think about, why did you never doubt that you were really human?

Shouldn't this kind of problem be the beginning of all problems? Isn't it often said that if you don't make a good start, you can't move forward? If you don't solve these problems, how can we solve the problems of life, money, and career?

What am I, what is the character of Yuan Changwen? How can I be just a human being?

So, why is the character of Yuan Changwen still here, and I believe that I am this character?

How long will you go?

Kill yourself, let yourself be devoured, there is nothing to resist. This thinking is not oneself, and the memories and thinking patterns that seem to be cherished are simply worthless things.

This thinking has nothing to do with me, and there is no reason to hold on to it.

Is there an objective thing? In any case, there is no way to prove the existence of an objective thing, and this limited thing only exists in the elements of the picture.

Infinite exists, while limitations do not exist.

I still have so many theories in my head, and all kinds of realizations, as if I am talking about the Tao. But that's just a tool for slashing, and it's also unreal.

I can use it to slash, but I should throw it away when I cut it. Firmly grasping those things, it is still enriching the character attributes, and it is still framing a range, not allowing other people's refutations.

Is it real?

That's one question.

Since it is not true, then it should be discarded. No matter how plausible and meaningful those theories are, untrue is untrue. Any reason that makes me grasp the untrue is.

There's no way to be in the middle of the excitement and slash while watching TV? Kill your family while chatting with your family?

I can't.

Talking to family and friends will only hinder the killing. Who is chatting, what is the topic of the chat? In any case, it is all emphasizing the role of Yuan Changwen.

I'm talking, I'm giving opinions, I'm preaching opinions. At this time, the character once again stands at the height of reality. When I didn't finish the kill, it was just getting in the way.

All this is not subject to will, whether the killing is completed, whether it is fast or slow, can the feeling of devouring be stronger, and whether that kind of crazy explosion dares to be more violent?

I can guess what will happen, so come on. Family, wife and children, friends, career, money, image...... Thoughts, memories, habits, smiles, tears...... It's all just false.

The character of Yuan Changwen can disappear and become a stranger. Everything related is just a presentation of the elements of the picture. Nothing is true, and nothing is worth keeping.

It simply can't be kept.

Come on, destroy, all this can be destroyed. I won't block it, I won't stop it, and even crying is just inertia. It's so ruthless, because there is no love at all.

I will also disappear, and the character of Yuan Changwen will become history, a stranger, and a visual memory. Just like my favorite movie characters, those rich experiences, those ups and downs of emotional bumps, are all just characters.

Family members and the like, are still just the characters' families. Friends too, wives and children too. It's all just a presentation of the elements of the picture, come on, let it go, and ruin it all.

Whatever I'm still grabbing can be destroyed, and I'm willing to be destroyed. I will take the initiative to lay my head and face death with a smile on my face.

Because it's not my death at all, who would dare to kill me, and who would kill me?

As for the character of Yuan Changwen, he should have died a long time ago. He is not me, but he binds me firmly. Strangely, there was no way I could be restrained, let alone curled up in a mere human body.

All this is just a subtle misdirection.

Start, destroy, shatter, I'm ready.

Anything can happen, any emotion can befall you, let's get started.

I open my chest and wait for you to pierce the spear through my heart. The beating heart of bright blood, once punctured, only the stench that flowed out was pitch black. It's not real, it's just artificially distorted.

The sweet wine, the wonderful dance, the sweet embrace, and the kind eyes are all abandoned by me. Watching their destruction, I was indifferent.

This is my prayer, devour me, let me die.

I'm ready, I know what's going to happen, what's going to happen. No matter how close the family is, no matter how sticky the bloodline, or the friendship that goes to the soup and fire, it can be broken.

That fear, that deep fear, the tireless tide of fear will keep beating me. Maybe I'll tremble, maybe I'll not dare to move, but please give me death.

Anything that can be caught by the eye, can be destroyed. Anything that has a character can be destroyed.

The state is just a child's toy, and all kinds of ideas are even more nonsense. The family is just helplessly elevated, and the wife and children are even more inexplicably distorted.

How can a person like me exist in society?

Destroy me, the character of Yuan Changwen is not real at all.

The goal is locked, and nothing can change it. Is the killing done? No, then please continue.

I am afraid that the bewitching woman may use the inability to kill me for the rest of her life to intimidate me, and may use the tears of her family and the pleading of her wife and children to dissuade me.

It's useless, "it's not real", one sentence can completely shatter these things.

Why is it not real? This kind of rhetorical question has no force at all, it is just emotional protection.

The previous self seemed to be carrying something, as if he would say something like "more or less, family and friends". At this moment, this is not the role of Yuan Changwen, there is only a madman left.

It's strange that I should have been like this a long time ago, why do I start to have this realization now?

Rush all the way forward, and any obstacle will be destroyed. It's not that I'm so good, it's that the obstacles don't exist at all. All obstacles are the protection of my own emotions, and they are my own dare not move forward.

There is no door, but I think there is.

The role of Yuan Changwen will eventually become a stranger and a character in the movie. Even if I watch it for decades, it's still not me, and even when I don't continue to watch it, it will naturally become strange.

There's nothing to be sorry for, because it's not me at all. On the contrary, I have always believed that the role of Yuan Changwen is myself, which is a kind of sadness.

Let's get started, and what needs to happen happens.