Today’s weather seems to be extremely cold. I was still shivering while sitting in the laboratory wearing thick clothes, holding the water cup and drinking water and then using the water toilet hahahaha, suddenly I felt a little funny.
Well, things still showed up with the worst result. I fell into second despair, and the pain that was so piercing that I couldn’t breathe was like cutting a piece of meat in my heart with a knife. Every day of the past week was like holding a knife. Cut it down with one cut. Today I finally mustered up the courage to pick up the knife by myself. Only in this way can I make myself soberly aware that this is reality.
The reality is that this event has happened, and I have to face and accept the worst result; the reality is that although I am the client, I have never figured out why; reality is that all good things will no longer exist; reality is that I have to To accept, you must control yourself and learn to come out.
Not all unforgettable thoughts have reverberations, not all things can be found reasons, and some things have no reason. It seems that not everything is right or wrong, there are other things besides right and wrong.
This week, friends and classmates around me spoke a variety of truths and words of comfort, and the rest was left to Time and myself.
In fact, it's not that I can't, but I've always been unwilling before. I've been trying to find the root of the problem and find a solution. All of this seems to be meaningless today. All the arrangements in the heavens must have profound meanings, hahahahaha, now that I can understand that my mother said that the first thing she did when she paid her salary was to fortune. . Yes, we always want to spy on the things that fate has arranged for us in life, and then seek a psychological comfort.
Now that you understand the truth, then slowly try to accept and change.
The sand you hold in your hand, the more you are afraid of losing it, the tighter you hold it, and the tighter you hold it, the faster you lose it.
Leave some time and space for yourself, or choose to record and accompany yourself in words. Memories are indeed an endless road, so you really have to cherish the current life and time.
When this most difficult time passes, I still don't fear the messy elves in the wind. I look forward to one day I can look at the past with a light smile and look back at my silly self. . .