Maybe it was me, feeling ugly, poor, lonely. There are parents who don't know the so-called clean and stupid things, there is a unhappy childhood, and there is a love that brings everything to him and destroys everything.
Or someone who: suffers from homophobia and is afraid to see people; has bad eyesight that often hits the wall; has a habit of stealing and smokes and alcohol; has a meager income and has to do some work that he is not capable of; Trying hard to help someone do something good is self-defeating or even making a big mistake...
There are so many bad things in life.
But you didn't give up, you went to weight loss classes, kept several pets, saw a psychiatrist and took his advice seriously, and treated the soup that your neighbor made you had fallen into with courtesy.
Just as I can have the courage to ask questions and seek answers, I also have pets and idols that I love, and I will overcome a huge timidity to approach the object of my love. I made all kinds of clumsy efforts to be beautiful, to be powerful, to be a person with a happy life.
When I was young, I used to compare myself to a person who stayed alone in a small dark room, always looking up at the high blue sky outside the small window and reaching out to touch the sun, hoping to get light and warmth. Confusion about the outside world and oneself is biting the heart all the time. I have tried many lazy and tricky ways to change my state of existence, but I ended up falling into a deeper self-denial.
"Life is full of hardships. This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths in the world." "The Road Less Traveled" clearly states that suffering cannot be avoided, but must be passed through and surpassed. In this process of fighting against suffering, we need allies so much, and we need even the slightest external support. It's just that people with disabilities are often too sensitive, so they are like hedgehogs. If they get too close but don't know how to restrain their thorns, they will hurt the other person we cherish.
We are all incomplete, so learn to forgive—forgive others. Everyone is fragile, and there is often a fragile heart hidden under many weird or tyrannical shells. We who are broken should be able to understand the same kind and warm each other.
Also forgive yourself, forgive yourself is indeed not omnipotent. Mistakes are frustrating, but perseverance brings hope.
As long as the pace of self-redemption is not stopped, everything may turn around. Under tremendous pressure, Xu is a stack of letters, Xu is a baby, Xu is an ordinary and precious gift from afar, and a certain switch is flipped, and emotion and reason finally cooperate to produce the perfect flashpoint that pushes us out Difficulties, pushed to a peaceful and pleasant place. The premise of all this is that you have never stopped thinking, that you have never extinguished goodness and love.
Just do it.
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