What is the meaning of human life?

I got off work on time at seven o'clock, and today's Wangfu City is the same as usual, and the work has not improved much.

He was used to it, not only him, but almost all the young people in the company who were about his age were used to this kind of life.

It was already dark, and he looked up at the last pale of the sky, and he realized that he had almost wasted himself today.

He couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and he also had an urge to vent the emotions in his heart.

But soon, he restrained the idea again.

What made him restrain this thought?

Is it a long-term swing? Or is it the powerlessness to recognize reality? Or something else he doesn't understand?

He walked home, mostly young people like him, who were just as silent and a little lonely as he was.

They seem to be the same as him, not sure what they want?

He walked numbly, and also numbly suppressed the desires that appeared inexplicably in his heart.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

He raised his head to look at the high-end community on the side, and silently counted the floors.

It used to be his favorite thing to do.

As soon as he joined the company, he vowed to buy a house of his own.

And this high-end community was his dream.

At that time, this high-end community had not yet been built, and only one skeleton was left in the "fragmented".

And that skeleton is like him when he just joined the company, and the future is full of countless unknowns.

At that time, he would always look at this fragmented skeleton and fill it with his dreams.

At that time, he had a lot of dreams, wanted to buy a house, wanted to buy a car, wanted to get ahead, wanted to get married and have children.

He wanted to be a different person than his father said.

But the reality is like a bone scraper, constantly removing his dreams from the cold skeleton.

High housing prices, low wages, no future, and stupid heads, this is the lesson that reality has taught him to recognize himself.

He seems to have worked hard all his life to buy a house in this community, he seems to have worked hard all his life, and he has no interest like his father.

He seems to have no way out, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't change reality.

But is that really the case?

He didn't know why, but suddenly he asked himself again.

After such a long career in the workplace, he has long been as cold as ice.

Around him, the sharing on the Internet also made him recognize his future more than once.

Although he is often unwilling, as a mature adult, being obedient and restrained should be the normal life of ordinary people like them.

But look at the tall building in front of me, which used to be a skeleton, its muscles gradually full, and look at the bones that were once dull on the skeleton, but now they are lit by a bright light.

He seemed to be illusory again.

Alas! Life is like a dream!

Obviously, it was once as thin as itself, only an empty skeleton remained, and the flesh and blood on its body were all filled by human fantasies.

Now, it doesn't have to rely on human fantasies to fill flesh and blood, it can also "grow" its own flesh and blood.

But what about yourself?

What have you gained in the past few years?

Wages have risen by 1,000, but this increase is still not enough to buy a house in the capital.

It seems that his age has increased a lot, but his mood is becoming more and more pessimistic.

The belly seems to be a lot bigger, but it is full of beer and sorrow from the world.

It seems that he has long been getting farther and farther away from it.

Perhaps a few years ago, it was precisely because he knew that his gap was getting wider and wider with it that he deliberately did not look at it.

Life is like a drunkenness.

When you wake up, you're probably left with emptiness.

What have you been doing in the past few years?

Short videos, online novels, games, and social networking seem to fill his entire life.

Obviously, he has a lot of time to change himself, and he also has a lot of time to improve himself.

But why waste time on these.

Wang Fucheng only felt powerless, he looked at the high-rise building that was once full of his dreams, and suddenly forgot how many floors he had just counted.

He doesn't regret the time he's wasted in the past few years, because he knows that regret is useless.

But he would feel ashamed and blush because of the fantasies he once had.

He couldn't remember exactly when his dream turned into a fantasy.

I don't know when, I started to have unrealistic dreams, dreaming that I bought lottery tickets and won hundreds of millions of jackpots, obviously I never bought lottery tickets. I don't know when, he always looks forward to the emergence of systems and plug-ins in his life, and there will be nobles who can change his life.

But he also knows that an ordinary person like him will probably continue to live an ordinary life in the future.

Maybe it's because I know my life too well, so I waste my time and use entertainment to escape from my bad self!

He lowered his head, trembling uncontrollably.

He wants to change, he wants to get ahead, he wants to be as ambitious as he was when he first started.

But he soon felt powerless again.

Because he didn't have the courage to change.

It seems that in the past few years, he has swapped identities with the tall building on his head.

Now he only has a skeleton left.