It’s 2021. It’s been more than a year since the pandemic happened during the trance. I am also older, working longer and longer, and becoming more and more numb. As I grow older, I actually have fewer and fewer problems to think about, and I am anxious. There are more and more problems. A person looked at the code, suddenly thought of home, thought of all the things that happened before, and started to reflect on the meaning of work. What is the purpose of being a programmer in first-tier cities? What do you get as an individual, money? achievement? happy? It seems that there are none. Although I have learned a little experience, it is only a gift of time. It seems to me that the years have been in vain, and the enthusiasm in my heart seems to be worn out by the busyness, and it is no longer the same as before.
Before, there were friends who left this busy city and returned to the city in their hometown. They also talked about the object and had a life of their own. There are also friends who got married in their hometown and started a new stage of life. They are all pretty good. After all, most of us are just ordinary people, and we can’t achieve prosperity. We pursue inner peace and happiness, and pursue what ordinary people can reach. Is life.
So what is the point of our work as ordinary people? It feels hard to cross classes, and the era of a hundred flowers blossoming has passed. Ordinary people may be alive if they are alive, and the beauty of this world is nothing to do with women. This is too pessimistic, but think about it, if you don't talk about the first-line, can the second-line housing prices be affordable for ordinary people? Can ordinary people resist the risk of major diseases?
It seems that ordinary people have been deprived of the meaning of life? But life has to go on, I have to insist a little bit, right? And for the broken silver two or two, drive away the cold of the world.