Why care so much?

Even if this so-called killing is not the gateway to the truth, can you let the twist in your mind go free?

Isn't it a distortion that I can only know a part of the facts, and that my mind is full of all sorts of unverified affirmations? Isn't it a distortion that I know nothing but seem to know a lot? Isn't it a distortion when I don't know how things will develop at all, but I have countless opinions and opinions about things?

It's hard to imagine how I ever believed in these distortions and lived by them, and if I could live well with these distortions, then I guess I had some kind of cheat.

In fact, believing in the distortion of the mind is the source of suffering. Of course, if a person has no purpose in life, then there is no difficulty or suffering.

After all, I don't know where I'm going, so how can I tell if this event is a difficult thing or a good thing? In fact, even if I have a goal, I can't tell if an event that seems to be a bad thing is a bad thing.

Who knows what's going to happen?

To live according to the twisted mind is to destroy the way things unfold freely. When I was faced with the so-called bad things, I didn't dare to let them develop, and I had to control them through the distortion in my head. In this way, will it destroy the next step that was originally set?

Looking at the flow of the river, those seemingly reverse flows are actually for a better flow in the same direction. Suppose my goal is to the east, then when the river flows west, I think things have to be controlled.

So, how do I know if the river goes west with a shoal, a sharp turn, a cliff or something, and then it can still reach the east? Most importantly, effortless operation. I'm just going with the flow, where is the effort?

It's a trust, and it's a guess. How do I know that life is full of good intentions? right, like how do I know that life is full of malice?

However, I must not believe the distortion in my head, it is complete nonsense. After so many years of life, it is a perfect proof of this.

Then, let me hand over the role of Yuan Changwen and no longer rely on the shit in my head to judge.

How many times have I said this? I still say it, it only shows that I still haven't handed myself over, and I'm still living on those twists.

Why do we have to have a goal, and why do we have to achieve something in order to live in life?

Who is judging this sentence of wasting life? What else is the basic configuration of life, at least there should be a house, a good job, etc., who is advocating?

And these, which one of them is unquestioning and takes them all?

Am I brainless?

Life is meaningless, it's that simple. All meanings are artificially added and artificially distorted. The most ridiculous thing is that I didn't even distort this distortion myself, but someone else distorted it, and I just used it directly.

Template characters, that's how sad it is.

Nothing belongs to you, and nothing comes from thinking about it. All of this is already set up in the template, and I just need to drill into the character.

Moreover, fear changes fear of leaving the familiar environment, and the whole person becomes afraid to move. There's nothing to do but hold on to the template role.

I'm not done yet, and I don't know if I'll be able to. Every time I thought it was done, every time I wanted to stop and rest, every time I didn't want to continue. But it seems, there was a fire burning in the back that quickly burned away what I thought was comfortable.

Then, it starts to be uncomfortable again, and it starts to be unbearable again. So, following the discomfort, he set off again and began to kill. But when is the end? Is it just a lifetime of going back and forth between discomfort and comfort?

Of course there is an end to the road, but what if I am just going around in circles? This kind of circle, that is, there is no end at all, and I still seem to think that I am moving forward.

Suddenly, I felt that I didn't seem to know how to get along with my family. What to talk about with the elders? It's either my job and my future, or it's the teachings and gossip of the older generation.

The older generation always thinks that they have more experience as an old man, and when the old man imparts experience, the young person must listen patiently. Adopt it or not, but it must be treated with sufficient respect on the surface.

Not being able to talk, or even sitting together, is uncomfortable. My family will care about me, and that seems like a very good thing. But their concern is only self-righteous concern, and they only interact with the virtual data in their heads.

Just like I want to care about others, then what I think is good is actually that I analyze the virtual data in my head, so I come up with what is good, and then I show care. But will the other party really appreciate it? Or, in my opinion, it is a nuisance in the eyes of the other party.

For example, the old man always likes me to eat more. However, my body told me that I shouldn't continue eating at all. And in order not to make the old man ugly, or, I just don't eat it, it will always cause a series of troubles.

If the character wants to win, it is "I am right and you are wrong", then something must be said to prove it. Whether it's scolding me for not knowing what to do, or teaching me some life knowledge, only in this way can I prove that the character is right.

But what knowledge of life is there? It is just to set oneself to limit oneself, and it is to reduce the infinite possibilities of life to the point where it can be controlled. Is this progress? Is this a good thing?

Who's wasting time? Who's wasting life?

I don't know, but I do know that this kind of life is gradually becoming disgusting for me. It's hard to imagine that this is how you used to be, and you were saddled with all kinds of twists.

When a family member is deprived of the so-called blood relationship, in fact, many times, the family is no different from other people. Perhaps, my parents raised me and spent so many years with me. But do I spend more time seeing my family, or do I spend more time seeing my subordinates?

Why does a family have to be together? Why does a family have to behave happily? Why does it become irrational and emotional because of the so-called blood relationship?

It's just a distortion of man.

The feeling was subtle, and it seemed like I was in the process of wandering left and right. It was obvious that I could feel that my connection with my family was gradually weakening. It doesn't make any difference because of blood relationship. In other words, the influence of the word blood relationship is slowly dissipating.

Family, is gradually becoming strangers.

However, not strongly. I will still instruct my parents to do things at will, I will still go home and eat well, and I will still accept it all as a matter of course.

It's funny to think about, can you still be called a "human" after you kill yourself?