Brew a cup of coffee, smell the strong aroma, sit in front of the computer, and start to write your own essay, the new week is going to enter the double rest, whenever the double rest is sleepy, I don't know what else to do, and I have forgotten how long I haven't been to play, as if since the last time I broke my feet, I have been offering these feet, for fear of being hurt again.

Fortunately, I have started to slowly find a way to recover, and I hope to return to the court as soon as possible. Recently, I have received all kinds of wedding calls, and one after another is going to get married, and then think about myself, I can't

"Huh". A long time ago, I longed for freedom, thinking that freedom could be free and unrestrained, but now, in the face of freedom, you have to bear loneliness.

Loneliness, what a terrible word, no one wants to enjoy solitude, in the evening in an article I saw this passage: "But those who are talented." People who make a difference are people who will enjoy and take advantage of loneliness, they accumulate energy when they are lonely, so that they can explode and bloom when they are not lonely, but those who are afraid of loneliness and look for a sense of existence in the dinner table, wine table, and song hall all day long will definitely be drowned in the crowd of sentient beings. But think about today's society, what are some entertainments and entertainment for, for relationships, money, feelings and other complex and muddy, you can only say that you can't help it, and these involuntary bodies are all light and cloudy in the end, becoming the past, and passing by.

Mix, can also be described as a kind of life, but the real life is not mixed for a lifetime, now can be mixed days, when you get old, there are no days to mix, no life to enjoy, so that regret is beyond reach, regret for life.

I often reflect on my current self, more and more accustomed to comfort, more and more afraid of taking risks, more and more diluted ideals, and began to live a so-called peaceful life, a flat mentality, but the fact is just self-deception, day after day, year after year, it seems that there is no desire, in fact, it is the inner hesitation, it seems to be at ease with the encounter, in fact, it is the loss of fighting spirit, I am unwilling to try anything, I am helpless in selflessness and self-forgetfulness, I always want to change, but I can't start, I can't insist.

Everyone is more or less under pressure, and how many people turn pressure into motivation, occasionally meditate and reflect, reflect on the night, and when will the chaotic days end?

When will the mediocre years end?

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