bear

old

sickness

die

Hope, sorrow, pain, despair in life.

Throughout the ages, among human beings, no one can transcend these four words, whether it is heroes, great men, giants, peddlers, pawns, and despicable villains.

Everyone is going to die.

But out of the instinct of self-preservation, human beings do not think about this question very often.

They work, eat, rest, and perhaps have more entertainment options in good times and societies.

Essentially, however, most people are avoiding this question.

Young humans don't think about it.

Young human beings are desperately competing for opportunities and social resources, and do not go back to worry about this problem.

Aging humans shy away from this question.

Everything looks fine.

And that's the biggest "problem".

The vast majority of human beings have only a limited life, but they ignore the most precious thing in this life - life itself.

Most of them do jobs they don't like, eat makeshift food, and consume their lives in cramped urban spaces with the people they hate.

Minute by minute.

Moment by moment.

One day and one night.

And so the time passed......

People are constantly working, eating, resting, and playing...... The cycle repeats itself, and it seems to be a never-ending cycle.

The wise, the precocious, or those who were able to get guidance from their elders or role models from childhood to youth chose to study hard, work smartly, get higher degrees, and choose better choices. They are already struggling to do what they need to do when their peers are confused and don't know why they want to learn, why they have to work hard, why they don't know why they want to perform, and they don't know why they have to fight.

So they become stronger than their peers.

Thirty percent of their peers have fallen behind in their studies and entered the society early, and they have already been admitted to major universities and chosen promising subjects.

While most of their peers are holding a college diploma that has become more and more weightless with the progress of the times, they have been able to easily knock on the door of famous companies with a graduate, master's, or even doctoral degree.

While many people are struggling in the construction sites, wells, bathing beds, garbage bins, and back kitchens of the lower classes, and they are tired every day and can't straighten their waists, they are already sitting in air-conditioned rooms with a monthly salary of 10,000, 20,000 or even more, drinking foreign coffee they bought, and doing jobs that they cannot do without professional degrees and diplomas.

The smart, the precocious, and the hard-working people may not all be the winners of this society, nor may they be the people who really hold the most power and wealth in the society.

But those who do have power and wealth must come from among these wise, precocious, and hard-working people.

They are the elite of humanity.

Hard work is their most basic condition.

Talent and luck determine their height.

When they drive their own vehicles through the traffic of the city, maybe hundreds of thousands, maybe millions, maybe tens of millions, they don't take the initiative to think about the question of "they are already the elite of this society".

But when they can stand in high positions and reprimand subordinates who are older than them.

When they can easily buy items and quality of life that are extremely expensive, luxurious, and incomprehensible to ordinary people.

When they hold their nephrite-like warm bodies, they enjoy the wanton and high-quality matching.

They must know very well the origin of all this stuff they have......

When I was a teenager, I learned to cry for hundreds of days and nights.

When I participated in the work, I was difficult, criticized, countless overtime and did not have an initial revision.

Distorted his personality again and again, swallowed the sincere words in his mouth, replaced them with compliments, sincere words, bent over again and again, and smiled one by one.

Of course, this may not be enough.

Just as hard work is only the basic condition for those who succeed.

Maybe they're paying more behind their backs, far more than the average person can imagine, in exchange for what they have.

That's fair.

After all, you can't expect a guy who looks at his phone for seven or eight hours a day, plays only two games every time he talks and plays late into the night, never knows self-discipline and self-improvement, but always talks about a dozen dreams on his lips to achieve success.

Someone like that.

He was stupid and blind.

Even if the road was in front of him, he would drink lard and take the thorny "shortcut".

He shouted ideals on his lips, but the ideals had already changed many times, and each of them he had never paid beyond the limits of what ordinary people could bear.

Thereupon.

More than ten years later.

Fat and curled up in his small, dark room, his crooked lumbar spine and dead pig-like eyes fixed on the nothing good on the screen.

He's not stupid.

Of course, he also likes the things that aren't good.

Of course, he also wants the days of sun and beach, fragrant cars, beautiful women, traveling around the world, and drinking afternoon tea.

But he couldn't.

He could only chew instant noodles or takeout, hating the decadence and timidity of the past ten years in his accidental awakening.

He knows.

The women he once loved were snuggled in the arms or crotches of other men who were stronger than him.

Whether it is those men who rely on their own efforts, or by luck, or family, it is meaningless.

Because they are better than him.

Those who are richer than him, more beautiful than him, more eloquent than him, and more down-to-earth than him.

It seems that he is the only one left in this world overnight, so lonely.

Curled up in a dark corner, regretting but unable to cry.

Because the bitter tears have long since dried up, leaving only an endless salt field in the bottom of my heart.

He thought of life, old age, sickness, and death.

He didn't have the courage to die, and he had a glimmer of hope for the future.

He feared aging and illness because it made him feel hopeless, one was the slow dripping of blood in the passing of the second, the other was the fear of the unexpected future...... And the two are entangled and haunted him.

However.

He didn't even have the courage to live.

He knew, he could have roared!

He could have gone and fought against all these fears!

He could have put his life and death out of the way!

He could have fought everything, knowing that the ending would be a race against time! He's not afraid! He is not afraid of thirty years that have fallen behind time!

He could have continued to fear the disease, but he would have treated it as a clown!

He could have ......

But.

Hand cramps.

Wrote the code for a day and my eyes are so sore.

I didn't get off work until half past ten, and my back hurt.

Tired.

Although I have booked XX to study hard for three hours every day, my friends are going to drink today...... Isn't it good to push it off?

Want to lose this disgusting fat body...... I'm so hungry!

Just one bite!

Just one bite!

It's true!

I like that girl so much......

But I ......

How bad is it......

The day is over.

The weak huddled in his dark, narrow room with another chapter of the novel.

He knew he was off topic.

But he believes that he will be able to come back tomorrow, just like countless failed yesterdays.

He's good at this.