Have you ever thought about the meaning of your existence?

I think everyone has probably thought about a few similar questions at one time or another.

What is the result of your thinking?

Maybe we can check the answers.

Some people close to me have come up with many answers:

For example, life is meaningless.

For example, people should live in the moment.

For example, the value of life depends entirely on self-realization.

For example, emotional sustenance is more important than all wealth.

And all of these answers converge in the direction in which they ultimately converge.

It seems to be a thorough acceptance of oneself, the way one has always lived, and the recognition of one's own worth.

To put it more simply, it should be to reconcile with life.

Accept your imperfections in peace, but also accept your imperfections.

In this way, meaning, which can only be born from a subjective point of view, will not be difficult to achieve.

Accept these four words for yourself.

It's easy to say, but it's not that easy to do.

Throughout history, whether it is a group of people or a single individual.

In order to achieve long-term and healthy development, it is an indispensable process to reflect on oneself.

Then it would be nice not to develop, since thinking brings pain.

This is Jiang Sheng's lazy thought.

It wants to be a cat, and it seems that it wants to live without any worries like it is now.

In its view, life itself is a miracle that is difficult to replicate, and as long as it is alive, it has meaning.

It's a pity that people's way of life is too tiring.

That's why it wants to live in a different way.

And He Wen, who is only a window away from it, obviously doesn't think so.

He always wonders if the words he's struggling with really make sense.

Are these sources of his pain really meaningful?

If he just spends the rest of his life in this way, does his life really have meaning?

……

Outside the window, Jiang Sheng squatted on the windowsill and was idle.

It's not in a hurry when it can't get in.

Anyway, the physical wall can't stop its resentment at all, and the young man's computer is very close to the window.

Therefore, even if it stands outside the window, it can continue to absorb the "misfortune" on its body.

The only thing to worry about is the condition of young people who are away from computers for long periods of time.

But it's nothing, it's really not good, Jiang Sheng can also open the window and enter the house by himself.

Anyway, the windows and doors are not locked, and with its strength similar to that of a serval, it will not even be able to push a window.

But now, considering that the young man obviously doesn't want to see himself again.

Jiang Sheng decided that it would be better to let him stay alone for a while first.

If you can, don't bother him.

week.

It only takes a week or so.

At that point, I'll be gone.

Jiang Sheng has never been a gregarious "person", and he has never thought about entering anyone's life. It's just the same as always, and it just likes to wander on the edge of the crowd.

Come when you want to come, go when you want to go. Like most wild cats, they do whatever they want, not clinging to or pursuing.

……

"Though it is ......

"Yet, however, it ......"

"These words have already been used before, what other words can be used to carry on."

"No, no, why can't you use it a second time after using it?"

"Because the same word shouldn't be repeated in the same chapter, right?"

"Is it repeated twice, nothing more than three, and no more than three things?"

"Three, then I've used a lot of words more than three times before, haven't I? For example, some, they, here, there, etc. ”

"Then you go check them out, and you'd better get rid of them all."

"You're crazy, how much do you have to change. Yes, I shouldn't be obsessed with this, how to write a book. ”

"But how can a person who can't even use the right words write a book?"

In the room, He Wen sat at the computer desk, and countless self-talk of arguing with each other came to his mind.

At this time, he began to write his own novels again.

And every now and then, he will fall into self-doubt that he can't get rid of.

To express it simply and clearly, it seems extremely difficult for him in such a situation.

He wanted to write his own novels, there was no doubt about that.

But that's why.

Sometimes even when he writes, He Wen needs to be mentally prepared.

Not to mention the difficult completion of the manuscript later.

It's not the right thing to do, it's the wrong way.

He Wen actually understands this, but his brain seems to have become accustomed to this way of thinking.

It has even been turned into a curing step.

I have to think about every word, and the next second I turn my head and overturn the decision of the previous second.

He might be able to put these thoughts behind him for a while. But when they pile up and collapse.

He Wen will completely deny everything he has written before.

He will feel that his article does not make sense, and at the end, he will not be able to add to it.

It was a kind of disheartenedness, as if all emotions had been exhausted.

"Whatever it is, let's write it down first, at least finish today's content first. Please, stop arguing. ”

He Wen muttered, suppressing bursts of irritability.

At the same time, he tapped his eyebrows heavily with the root of his palm, as if he could dissipate all those noisy thoughts.

Then he pressed his thumb against his ribs, leaned back in his seat, and took a deep breath.

It's as if you can hold back your anxious heart.

Ho Wen wanted to be calm.

I want to get back to my old simple fantasy.

I want to find a "safe haven" that can make him forget his troubles.

That's the place where he can lie on the table and go to the world's best dreams.

However, the real world is usually reluctant to believe in fantasy.

……

"Boom."

Probably in the midst of a deafening thunderclap.

He Wen didn't know how many times it was, and raised his head from between the tables.

He realized that it was going to rain again outside, as summer rain always does. Come as you say, don't wait.

I should, I don't have any clothes to dry outside.

He Wen thought.

Yesterday he was too tired to take a shower, and naturally he didn't change his clothes.

Suddenly, he remembered the black cat that he was reluctant to leave this morning.

That little guy should be gone by now.

Convinced that it was impossible for the black cat to stay on the windowsill until now, the young man dragged his tired body and opened the curtains.

But the next moment, he saw a familiar figure outside the window.

Jiang Sheng thought that he was going to spend the night in the wind and rain today.

But before it could fall asleep completely, the window and door it was leaning on had already been pulled open.

In the window, there stood a young man with increasingly heavy bags under his eyes.

"Don't you know how to find a place to hide from the rain?"

The young man said dissatisfiedly, reaching out and pinching the back of Jiang Sheng's neck.

And Jiang Sheng didn't struggle.

Just let him carry himself into the house.