I do not know, I can not find the answer. Although I am searching, I now seem to have got into a dead end. I snuck up at the wall and did not remember the way I came.
Perhaps from that moment, it is destined to go through this process. Perhaps I should strangle it in my cradle, but my own kindhearted, imaginative, culminating in bitter fruit, a person slowly enjoying its "delicious." Although it has long been aware of, but let it develop, did not go to stop, until today this out of control, who blame? The result of being personally guilty of danger can only be a joke to drink this cup of toxins, it has nothing to do with anyone. To do anything is to pay a price, it is necessary, whether you are willing or not, happy or not.
Is the exchange of feelings, the stormy days have passed, but the sky is still gloomy face, clouds and companionship. So long, it has been "hard work", stick to their duties, I admire. It is the "poison" of seedlings on the "land" from the sun. Oh, but it is really dedicated, a person working silently, and I go to help any busy. I think it must be very tired, it should take care of it, or how I am without humanity, let it rest. See it a lot of haggard. To go outside to see, appreciate the different customs, worldly, omnipresent, the same river, not the same mood. Journey will let you find different scenery, different attitude to life, which will make your heart broader, heart more fertile. Come back, I believe it will not be frowning, depressed, wash the body of the dust, for a beautiful dress, there is a different you, full of energy, radiant. Will smile for you, everything is better than you phenomenon.
Or worse, or better, standing in the center of the balance, where to go, according to his thinking or as I think. I think the results can make me satisfied, make him satisfied? What is the result he wants? I do not know, everything is unknown, can not think of anything, do not think of anything, there is nothing to imagine, this is a barren field. It is like the first dawn of the dawn, and before that, in this endless night, the endless darkness, to face everything alone. In this chaos, no one knows the path of happiness leading to dawn or the dark abyss toward bottomlessness.
You can not imagine the development of anything so beautiful, you have to do the worst. You planned the life course for you, but you do not know, it is not your life, that is imagination, nothingness misty, that is not true. People always seem to like to use their own experience, knowledge, rules ... or others, to treat or know a thing, not knowing that it is not the true face of things, you think you see the truth, you think you are The essence of things is very close, in that state, in fact, you are far away from it, because that is two completely different directions, true and false true and false, true and false true and false, delusional use of this view Clear it.
Is this not the case at the moment? I thought I was close to me until one day I realized how sad I was. It is me, but it is not the most real me, in order to protect myself, not everyone who lives in this world is wearing such a mask, we seem to have been accustomed to this, the most pure self has long been Inside the darkest house of heart, it tried to escape but failed. The layers of the chains locked the most real self, but also not let the outside themselves, layers of masks make us so hypocritical, ugly. Only in the weakest moments, I seem to be able to come out of the cell, then ignored by the cold look, despite the cry of "I" in the bottom of my blood. Soft heart instantly numb, unconscious.
You ignore his existence, you will pay for your behavior sooner or later, now is. I was striving for freedom, not knowing I was losing her, for a moment I felt myself falling abyss, surrounded by dark down, only to hear the whirring wind. Feeling cold and immersed in the body, I gradually felt that I was about to die. At that moment my heart was so calm and quiet, so ... as if everything in the world stopped like the dusty history books. Page turn over, yes, that is my memory, it never had such a clear. Perhaps at this moment I realized that only by emptying everything, without me, you are really listening to yourself and understanding yourself.
The problem of the world is a common problem for all people. The emergence of these problems can not be neglected. This is a kind of world, what kind of life is a person, what is the purpose of living? Just to show its value? So what is this value? Who prescribed the value? Who do you live for? parents? child? others? Is to break the tradition, or go with the flow?
Everyone is unique, unique thinking, unique personality, the pursuit of a unique goal. Society is a dye vat. You go into one after another dye vat, dyed a variety of colors, and even you do not know this completely, still enjoying themselves. You lose yourself, the clothes you wear are dyed in all sorts of colors. You are assimilated, right, that is human beings, all want to live better, which in itself is nothing wrong, but ... ... have joined the "revolution" team, also enjoyable also enjoyable, In the end you guessed it, in fact, you did not pursue anything, but at the moment you have been exhausted, overwhelmed collapsed, annoyed slowly "fell asleep"
This is a sentimental season, cold, windy, chilly I was so flattered that I was sharing the same with 'happiest things' in my heart and they were even more happy to laugh It'smoon ... ... from time to time are 'care' me. I sincerely thank them for being with me and for taking care of me, good guys.
