At that time, when I read a book, I saw such a saying: When you are depressed, you should listen to some sad songs, so that your soul can be comforted. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Well, it seems, there is indeed some truth to it......

Let's cycle a song in a single song and write something in that melody that has a feeling.

All this time, I still didn't understand how to feel about loss. After all, it's hard.

When I was a child, I didn't usually give other children the toys my family bought for me unless they knew how to take care of my toys. Because I want to protect what I like, and most of them don't know how to take care of my things. However, adults always taught me not to be so stingy, so sometimes I would force my toys to play with other children. As a result, many toys broke down. But I can only accept it with a heartache...... Because in the values of adults, children should be obedient, even if children are crying in their hearts.

It was a loss, a loss that I felt helpless......

In elementary school, I was used to saving. Even if the toy is rotten, even if there is only one wheel left, I will not throw it away. Because I'm always trying to keep the memories that have been lost but not completely lost.

I didn't sell any of the main textbooks for elementary school, because I felt that those textbooks were full of the flavor of my childhood, and it must be very interesting to take them back and read them later. I thought I would be able to keep it all the time, but my cousin secretly sold all my elementary school textbooks. The sale price was only a dollar or two, but my childhood memories are priceless!

It was also a loss, a loss that I couldn't do anything about......

Ever since I was a teenager, I have started to like to record what I love, thinking that I could keep doing it forever. However, it is always lost due to various complex reasons when it is unpredictable.

Every time I lose, I feel so insecure and hollow inside. I just want to keep the imprint of my growth and have a sense of sustenance when I look back on it later. I didn't expect it to be so difficult.

I saw a lot of people read and read it, forget it, sell all the books and everything, and leave nothing to recall. I think, is it interesting to live like this? Keep moving forward, until you are old, but there is nothing to reminisce about the original past, what a blank life it was. It seems that the walking dead who just lived for the sake of living for a lifetime don't have much memory to speak of......

But do I care too much about the things that can store memories?

It's like I've been writing diaries for several years, but suddenly one day, those diaries are gone, do I really have no memories?

What kind of attitude should I have in the face of these sudden losses? This is something I would love to figure out......

In my hometown room, I wanted to find the dragon I drew in the fifth grade of elementary school, and it was the dragon I drew the best. I had it in a notebook in a drawer, but I couldn't find it. I don't know if it was taken away, in short, it's gone. I drew the dragon out of curiosity, and that's what made me really love drawing ever since. Such a meaningful painting, but still lost ......

It's hard to lose, but what else can be done but to accept it?

Sometimes the more you are afraid of losing, the easier it is to lose. In college, I had two buttons, one was the first buckle and the other was the one who wrote more than 300 journals. But I didn't expect that the buckle that wrote more than 300 logs would be stolen and finally never recovered. When I first lost that button, I was so heartbroken! The buckle had a lot of marks of my growth, and it was gone all of a sudden, that kind of loss......

However, because I lost the button, I turned my attention back to the original button, and it was I who broke new ground again. Maybe sometimes it can be lost in exchange for a new kind of strength.

Later, the original buckle also had 300 journals. Moreover, this buckle is many times more words than the one I lost. Because most of the more than 300 journals that buckle are poems, and the number of words is not very large. Of the 300 journals that were initially deducted, more than 200 were articles, and each article had at least a few hundred words, not to mention more than that.

Every time I think about it, it gives me the greatest comfort in looking at loss.

Even so, I still want to keep my growth mark and don't want to lose it. For example, the original buckle has so many traces of my growth, and I am quite afraid that one day this buckle will suddenly be stolen again, then I will really be devastated......

Later, I thought about it for a long time, if I relied too much on these things outside my body that could hold my memories, then what am I as a person?

Those are just the marks that record my growth, but the main body of my real growth is me! Why should I care too much about those external objects? Without it, I can continue to create! As long as the body is still there, there will definitely be the mark of growth! In this case, why should I be troubled?

I think I just like to watch myself grow step by step, like in the NBA, you have to know how many games you have won to better play your strategy.

But if you think about it, maybe I've hit a dead end early in the morning? Data does have some analytical effects, but relying too much on data can easily lose its real meaning. Like, am I living to live my own life, or am I living to make my data better? It's really hard to say......

Valuing data is just about getting a better grasp of yourself. But the really powerful people don't pay too much attention to the data. It's like some celebrities start counting how many songs they've written, and then they don't count anymore because they're so powerful that they don't need to rely on data anymore.

I care so much about my growth mark step by step, which only shows that I am not strong enough.

Looking back on the various losses in the past, it seems that apart from some regrets, it did not deter me. Every loss makes me stronger little by little. Perhaps, that's what it means to lose......

With some insightful thoughts: what is lost is only the surface, what really belongs to you has always been in your body and mind, and has never been lost.

For example, competence.

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