In fact, the term "inaction" applies to the vast majority of people in the world, after all, the word success is synonymous with the few and far men. The rest are ordinary people who live numbly for the sake of life.

I don't know if people born in 1988 are like me, at first, with a curious and exploratory heart about the world, however, in the end, I was hit with a big bag, and I once felt that I could do anything, and finally I was forced to stamp a seal of incompetence and uselessness on a stormy night.

Most of people's curiosity mentality is related to their youthfulness. I'm no exception.

Like most of my peers around me, I let my mind and mind wander around when I should be studying, and then went to a so-called university with the only classroom knowledge, and after a few years, when I stood in society, my arrogance and youth and ignorance were crushed by the words reality. So, for several years in a row, he was in a state of bewilderment.

It's not that I underestimate the chaos of the world, in fact, I just underestimate myself.

In the years after graduating from college, it seemed that the word ambition had been ruthlessly torn off the pages from the Xinhua dictionary of life.

Children in their twenties, it is not an exaggeration to describe them as high-eyed, high-handed, and low-handed, until they hit a wall everywhere, until this society ruthlessly destroys your three views, you will suddenly find that everything is like this.

Fortunately, it's not too late, because, you and I are in sync. However, if you still don't know how to restrain your sharpness after a few years of working in society, then, with my limited knowledge, the world will return you with a resounding slap in the face. When I write this, I can't help but think of the competitive ball game played against two. Complementarity and good interaction are the carriers of this sport, and you must first learn to be at peace of mind when you fight with society. Someone asked me why? The person who asked me was a kid in his early 20s, and I shrugged my shoulders: "No why, because the opponent has been in a menopausal state and has not healed for a long time." ”

Many people are curious, what kind of person is the author? What kind of rich excerpts does the author have?

Regarding career, I'm actually okay, I can be regarded as a relatively lucky one, there is no tear-jerking childhood history, there is no life process that can write novels, hehe, of course, there is no kind of token in this world that can reach the sky in one step, ordinary is a general term for people like me who can't reach up and down.

Regarding personality, I am actually a person whose words are a little bit contrary to real life. Many of my friends around me said that they seemed to know another me, and I didn't think it was so exaggerated, and every time I heard this sentence, the subtext in my heart was - haha, this is just one side of me.

It may be the influence of family factors, and I have been more fond of literature since I was a child. Although I am barely a coder who can be associated with the word literature, I don't like to study the highly specialized social groups related to culture. Of course, I am referring to the group of people who extend culture, literature, literature and literature to those who are detached from low-level tastes in life.

"Dislike" comes from the fact that when professional things are applied to real life, many eyes and aesthetics will change, and it is easy to lose the most true judgment of a certain person or thing; Second, when I write by myself, I know very well how rampant the sacrifice of brain cells is to the rigor of logic, the public influence of speech, the formation of organizational structure and the practical application of theory, etc., so that I often write and scold an article I wrote, which is a bit frustrating. Therefore, for people who put aside their lives to study the cultural industry, there will always be an inexplicable and subtle feeling of heartache.

I am a very optimistic person, and most of the time I can even describe it as heartless;

I'm also a very humorous person, and I spend most of my time entertaining myself.

I remember reading a sentence that people in this world are very busy, and if you don't make yourself laugh, do you expect anyone to make you happy? Makes sense.

Yes, people in this world are busy, so busy that they can't take care of themselves, so busy that no one cares.

In 1988, from the age of 20 to 30, my life had no ups and downs, like 95% of people, I was busy riding horses and walking in a life journey that I didn't even have time to look at.

In the past ten years, work, business, marriage, childbirth, affection, correspondence, sycophancy, flattery, flattery, disobedience, communication, anxiety, depression, mania, panic, confusion, misanthropy, autism. Well, it's busy, it's very busy.

In the past ten years, I have seen all the warmth and coldness of human feelings, the hot and cold state of the world, seen all kinds of life, seen through life and death, deeply understood the meaning of cold and warm self-knowledge, and recognized the capricious helplessness of the passing years, from princesses to housewives, from daughters to mothers, from luck to hugging and returning, this series of roles and psychological evolutions have created today's heart is greater than the sky.

The word "heart" is a combination of praise and derogation.

One is called heartlessness, and the other is called the pain that has gone through the former Sichuan and the people.

I don't know who made life planning so tight. I have been busy and non-stop walking my own path in the past ten years, and no one knows how many scenery and praise of life I have missed in these ten years, and how many parting sorrows of life and death have been reversed.

Actually, it's not just me, it's all the same.

Well, there's a topic of no nutrition called the same rules that force you to be busy.

Some people say that growing up is the wound of breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly. It's good to be a butterfly, but where to fly is a problem.

I started writing when I was 12 years old. From writing essays to essays, from poetry to novels, I have experienced fruitless submissions and silent inquiries. As I said in the previous chapter, my original intention in writing was to print my life insights on paper, which is evidence that I have loved the world, and it is also a trace of my walk through the world. For a long, long time, I made writing a secret, I didn't have big plans, I just wanted to leave some room in my heart for my own thoughts.

In the growth stage of youth, many appropriate or improper factors in the outside world will disturb our thoughts and intuitively reflect on our emotions. Therefore, when I couldn't express and vent my emotions, I chose to write it.

I don't know how others are, at least, when I know how to restrain some of my edges and corners, I am already 30 years old, and what really precipitates me is not age, but the growth of my heart. Until last year, when I suddenly announced to the world that I could write, it had been on and off for more than a decade.

There was a stunned look around me.

There are undoubtedly three reasons for choosing to make it secret public: the right time, the right place, and the right people.

I think I'm at my age to be able to control the lock of emotions very well in my own writing, and I won't talk nonsense, I won't talk nonsense;

I thought it was time to submit a modest gag post-it note to those around me who criticized the 1988 generation for doing nothing;

I feel that I should continue to be busy with my own pleasure for the rest of my life, and I can continue to do nothing, because this is a life mentality.

I don't have the money or time to walk through the mountains, but I have a pen;

I don't have a singing voice and good looks to jump on the screen, but I have ink.

In 1988, I was 30 years old, just emerging from the busiest decade of my life. And at this moment, I am standing at the beginning of my journey at the age of 30, and this perception of the hurried ten years is indeed real and within reach. There is a kind of scorching heat called freshly out of the pot.

I bought the fire, and you don't have a smoke;

I bought the wine, and you don't have one.

Is this a pity? Not necessarily.

The past ten years have been busy, and in the blink of an eye, the next decade of inaction has arrived.

And what really proves what is promising and inactive is not the word success, but whether you really obey your heart and experience the ups and downs and journey scenery of the past ten years.