Chapter 1: The Light of the Night

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How can the light of a candle flame be compared to the sun and moon?

I'm a very dull person, not good at communication, not good at expression, in short, it seems to be the most unacceptable kind of character at the moment. Being too cautious, caring too much about whether you are perfect in the eyes of others, for fear of doing something inappropriate, which will cause trouble to others and blame yourself. I remember reading an article that criticized perfectionists. Perfectionists think too much about everything, which can destroy the original purpose of the matter and complicate a simple thing. I have a little bit of perfectionism, always trying to make my image perfect, the result is timid, friends say this is not the pursuit of perfection, this is too inferior. This definition seems to be one-sided, I don't think I'm so humble, many times I am complacent about my creativity and cleverness, I often think that if I use my creativity and ingenuity, the world will become more colorful, the whole world will become more interesting - how can a person with such arrogant ideas say that he is too inferior?

Suddenly, one day, I thought: this world does not seem to be so perfect, those great achievements are not unattainable as the legend says, maybe the essence of the world is ordinary. I've always been too humble, thinking of myself as useless, and the world is over-exaggerating and perfecting things that already exist.

I have seen how many artists' creations are called "miraculous", and in the eyes of non-professionals, although they think they are good-looking, they say "but that's it" in their hearts; I have seen how many high-rise buildings are called "ingenuity", and in my own eyes, not only do I feel powerful, but even feel funny; There are so many good singing voices, but this person is named "the sound of heaven"; There are so many good-looking articles, but only such a person is called a "ghost talent"......

There are too many examples to show that it is the propaganda that is too strong, the evaluation is too high, and the praise of the people has put a thing that is slightly higher than mediocrity on the altar, so that a person like me who is stupid in thinking is as pious as kneeling down to worship the gods, and only dares to look at it from a distance and dare not seriously see the essence of things. Therefore, I wrote with my heart, but I told myself that I could never become a calligrapher, so I kept it for myself to enjoy, and didn't take it out to laugh and be generous; I painted with my heart, but I didn't dare to say that this brush contains charm, that color poured into the soul, even if I was moved, it was still called graffiti......

What am I capable of? Not really. I am who I am, my ordinary self. Among the few friends, expressing personal immature opinions for ordinary things, is regarded as a wise person who understands people, friends say, "You go and write more things, although many times bullshit does not make sense, but occasionally there are a few popular versions of the wise sayings, there will always be someone who likes it." So, I was quite relieved, because I suddenly realized how much my humble self, the self who lived too cautiously, was actually eager to be recognized.

People say that gold always shines, I don't believe this sentence for a long time, it's not that I don't believe that gold doesn't shine, but I don't believe that I am gold. I'm still keeping a low profile with myself as a candle, I burn myself and shine with my own unique light. In this world, when the light is shining, I am buried and disappear into the crowd, but the night will always come, and my role is not to add much brightness to the light, but to contribute the darkness I can deal with to the people who are afraid of the dark. That's fine.

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