I don't have the habit of collecting old things, I only have the habit of keeping things. I have moved and started a new life, so let's throw away all the old gadgets.
Well, just pretend I'm not a nostalgic person. I really can't remember it. Reality is such a cruel thing. I don't have much time to cherish it.
Carrying too much past on my back, I think I will not be able to move forward, I will not be able to go far, or, if I leave, I will not come back. Memories are painful things, whether happy or sad, I don't want them at all.
It's just that sometimes I dream, wake up, and stare at the white wall in a daze.
I think, I should have no sad past, I have people I love very much, and there are people who love me very much. What's more, I'm a ruthless and ruthless person.
Or, nostalgia is just human inertia. In a person's life, only the past is the safest. It has passed, and nothing can hurt you again.
IKEA once released a wallpaper with black trunks, red flowers and green leaves. This is really a powerless description, that is, it is very similar to the wallpaper of Kapok. I have wanted to sell it home countless times, but I am afraid of dreams. When I woke up, I sat on the bed and looked at the wall of Kapok, I couldn't get out of bed.
In my elementary school, junior high school, and high school, there were tall kapok trees. The graduation photo of junior high school was taken under the tree, and so was the high school and elementary school.
Forgive me for being timid and not daring to face it. There is a saying, people who dare not face the past are not brave people, well, forgive me for not being brave at all. I will choose to be timid all the time.
I don’t know, what kind of feeling do people who live in the house feel when they go down to see every house full of memories every day? If it was me, I would only run away. How much courage would it take? It’s already a human being. No.
Just born, grown into a child, went to school, fell in love, graduated, broke up, got a job, got married, had a baby, had an independent life of his own, and then BABY grew up and left, and then his wife got sick After that, he passed away, and later, he guarded this house, where he accumulated a lifetime of memories.
Humans are born lonely animals. What accompanies you throughout your life is not relatives, lovers, friends, or careers, but loneliness. Or, can only the past drive away loneliness?
Come quietly, lively for a long time, and then become alone and leave quietly. If this is the law of life, I will live a quiet life, without comparison, without so much pain. Sometimes, memories are sharp swords, and if you are not careful, you will be scarred.
But, one day, my friend said that I only like to eat a few kinds of food every day. Why, there are always only those few songs in the MP, why all the passwords are the same, never changed, why I like red. . .
Well, it's just that I'm lazy, it's not that I can't escape.
I'm lazy. I'm lazy to try something new. Since I like it, I'll like it all the time. Anyway, the taste is not bad, and the sound is also pleasant, red, so vibrant.
I'm just lazy, not reluctant.
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