"Morning of the Cub"

My life started at the breakfast table every day, once a day, the customary table-family meeting to discuss all sorts of life events like a bad boy for me.

It was always my mother who was the first to speak, she was a woman who was not assertive and very emotional: Cub, I heard that everyone else can make money from the Internet, why don't you play with the computer every day。。。。。。。 Cub, the son of Xiaobao's family next door has stayed in school as a teacher, you have to study hard and stay in school as a teacher! (I never had the idea of being a teacher)。。。。。。。。。 But she never understood me, nor did she understand the real society, but only told me to follow the rules in a commanding tone, whether the life that sounded good was really suitable for his son, she didn't even think about it, so she often should worry about my future because of my disobedience, and after a long time, she often had insomnia, and as a result, she became more and more overly sensitive and emotional, until one day, she heard out of nowhere that there was a college student who graduated from a prestigious university, I couldn't find a job for several years and had to follow others to learn computer maintenance, almost with a crying voice to say to me: Cub, don't be picky about any job after you graduate, and then talk about the experience of that famous college student, and shout at the end: Remember, don't be picky about your work, no matter what kind of work you just do, do it well, there is always a time to get ahead, that look as if your son is facing such a dilemma, but at that time I was only a freshman, for the cloud of looking for a job, too far away.

The second thing that plans for my life is my grandmother, she is a very charitable person, and always attributes all kinds of bad and wrong things to me not eating breakfast every day: you cub, get up for breakfast, sleep so late every night, lazy bed during the day, don't eat breakfast, hungry and panicked, how can you pass the exam, the milk at home is about to expire, you don't drink it, you don't drink it, how good it is to drink milk and eat a meat bun every day. Either you care about my marriage: cub, do you have a little sister at school! (No) the cub's handsome is not worried, and we'll talk about it after graduation, and grandma will help the cub find 。。。。。。。。。。。。 (So the niece or daughter of the grandma who has seen it is like a large string of sugar gourds, this big eye, that will take care of the family, are a group of virtuous and virtuous reserve good daughters-in-law, is the candidate for these good daughters-in-law, I have never seen any of them)

My father was a very mysterious man, and it seemed to me that all his actions were very practical and rational. He rarely plans my life at length, and his conversations with me are always brief: "Cub, if you haven't taken one of the exams this year, you will deduct 100 yuan for your living expenses every month in the future, and so on. And then he didn't say anything to me anymore. This kind of pseudo-democracy, which seems to say nothing and allows me to choose freely, but has already made an attitude clear, makes me helpless.

The cub is not a baby anymore, he is 1.8 meters tall and has a razor of his own, so can you give the cub a morning that belongs only to him.

"I was always right, I never existed"

Life is a multiple-choice question with no reference answers, because people can't compare it with their previous lives, and they can't correct it in future lives, since there is no standard to measure, then there is no right or wrong, people only do what they think is right, and I am human, so I will always be right. Because there will be no second self in the future or in the past. It's as if an actor went on stage without a rehearsal. If the first rehearsal of life is life itself, then what is the value of life? Because of this, life is a blank slate for people to look forward to, and if you can't see through everything, you can have everything.

You never existed, because you could not prove your existence, you had a physical body but sooner or later it would decay beyond recognition and take away your spirit, you had relics and engraved your name on them, but how could the name prove your existence. Because it can belong to anyone, just like a duplicate name, and how to prove your existence. There is no way to prove your existence, i.e., you never existed. Lived only once, i.e. never lived.