Frankly, I seem to have no life. Either way, that cool guy has an advertising business he can devote himself to. Like him, I have no hobbies, no hobbies, he has a job, I don't, so, do I need to be rescued more?
It seems that one can only wait until suddenly life is about to come to an end, and then discover that the unremitting pursuit is worthless, and what has been given up in pursuit of pursuit is the essence of life. So many, so many movies, so many books, so many people recall. Like the city wall root, there are more white-haired people than black-haired people who sing and dance every day. Isn't it only at that critical moment that we suddenly pay attention to ourselves and suddenly become brave?
I also hate having to pull out some instructive meaning or value after watching a movie, but I do wonder what life is, especially, what is my life.
Some people say, you are what you eat and what you wear.
Makes sense. Disdain before, now convinced.
You see, she is wearing a long skirt, sweater, scarf, all warm colors.
You see, I'm wearing long trousers and a single color, and I'm all a symbol of boredom.
Perhaps, such a complete transformation can be achieved without waiting until that end. Maybe, at the right age of twenty, it starts with changing clothes.
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