When I was young I felt that my existence was the only one, because I could only feel my own existence, it was completely I am alone. The ugliness of the world came down in front of me like a garbage bag, and I found that I couldn't do anything with the world. The state of others is far away from me. I sat on my parents' bicycle, thinking about the perceptibility of the minds around me, the air passing by and the images of others almost receding.
Suddenly one day, I thought that God only created me, this world is my exclusive use, and other people appeared just to spend time with me. I've come here through a lot, just to finally wake up from an operating table with my creator standing up and clapping in unison.
My actions became weird, I was constantly in one position, and I thought to myself that the only way my world wouldn't fall apart and others around me wouldn't suffer. I don't explain to other people why my hands are always tilted at forty-five degrees and why my middle finger is always facing forward of my body. Occasionally my actions are forgiven by the hateful old woman (class teacher), and I will think, this dead old woman doesn't know that I am saving the earth...
It's too long after that. What I still know is my attitude towards people: fate. No tools needed. Heart and pain can be shared.
Of course, many people have disappointed me, and many things have made me not feel their respect for other people's hearts. Their actions make me feel heavy in the isolated soul, and I have become more and more mature, or in other words, the more Less and less telling the truth to others, because I think it is meaningless: Others use people as tools and don’t care about the encounters and reasons in the journey of life, I am just one they see, a very worthless person, I am insignificant.
I forgot when someone entered my soul and made me feel their presence. I found one or two...
The mood at that time was the feeling that Dingzhen Temple looked at Lingbo Ling: we are separate in this world, we are alone, we are not understood, but, with you, to accompany me. Although I can't penetrate into your soul, I know that you do exist, and that you and I have penetrated into the soul so close. Your soul is beating in the crowd, and you have broken the grayness and silence that others have seen in my eyes for over a decade. I found that although my heart is lonely, but: I am not alone. Someone in this world is lonely with me...
The last sentence is my expectation for the unfinished fate: after we fully open our hearts, you and I can be like Temple smiled and said to Zero: In this world, someone is lonely with me.
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