Some people complained about his loneliness, fear and loneliness that he could not get rid of for a long time. I don't know how to answer. I don’t remember that this is the first time he has confided to me like this, or it’s not a confession, he just treated me as a tree hole, an expression that didn’t expect an answer at all. Or, complaining itself has become a way to resolve loneliness, not necessarily a good way.
At the beginning, I was still in trepidation and fear, and my thoughts were broken. If there is a psychological problem, I should clear it up as soon as possible and solve it as soon as possible. Don't let the child be depressed. After spending a few times all day at work, I found out the cost of finger cramps on the Internet, followed a good way of temptation and reasoning, and expressed my thoughts about self-psychological counseling. In addition to getting a reply saying that I know him too well, I just complained that I always talked and talked, but couldn't solve practical problems. Please, if I can really solve this worldwide problem, will I still be the helpless self now? Even if you don't become a psychiatrist, you can invent some kind of loneliness solver to benefit mankind.
"I am born lonely", I don't want to talk about this sentence again. Faced with such facts, what can be done? You can only rely on yourself. Human beings have the most powerful ability to recover. It ranges from cell regeneration to national reconstruction. Finding the motivation to survive in despair and the joy of life in boredom can also be regarded as survival skills. "Be your best friend", this is the only solution I can think of at the moment.
In high school essays, I talked to myself and discussed the difference between loneliness and loneliness. I don't remember the content for a long time now. In retrospect, it's just the patience of the shameful Chinese teacher to be able to see such superficial and self-righteous things. The people's teacher is great.
I watched "Life of Roses" at night. Edith Piaf is obviously lonely. A person who is doing his best to burn his life to splendid his own life can't help but be alone. Because few people have the courage to accompany her to burn and complete the journey; even more because few people have such strength to accompany her to burn and complete the journey.
This reminds me of "She is Lonely Than Fireworks." Jackie is also a wayward, sharp, lonely, and talented artistic genius. If the two are compared, I prefer the latter. It may be that the former's strength is too terrifying, while the latter's childlike simplicity and fragility can make me forgive her for all her mistakes, just like her sister Hilary. It may also be the grass-like vitality from the bottom of the world and the sense of distance that arrogance gives me. No matter how many psychological hardships I have experienced today, I still can't do otherwise the fact that I grew up in a vacuum from the greenhouse, and I can't reconcile the long-term battle between "not being mad or not alive" and "quiet duty" in my heart.
They are lucky because of genius, because they find the focus of life, because genius can be used, because the passion for life is released. All known geniuses are recognized and are lucky. What about the most undiscovered geniuses? Those who are more than geniuses? Where will the focus of ordinary life be placed?
Envy those who find the love of life and devote their energy to achieve something, the lucky ones. I watched Li Zongsheng’s "Rationality and Sensibility" concert DVD last night. He said that Xiao Li is just an ordinary person who writes lyrics. It is rare to be able to put such an identity label on myself. There are people who can’t find a label to put on themselves like you and me, and they will die before they can find a suitable identity for themselves in the future. At the end of such a life, there should always be regrets. But what can we do?
Recently, I have been entangled in many things, so I don’t have time to think about it, and I don’t have time to ask myself questions. I also forced myself to contact strangers and see how more people live. Let your nerves be big, and jump out of the constricted space of self-defined. It seems okay to be entangled in actual people and things, and to be stable in this world. It's a pity, when I stopped, my heart was still empty.
No matter how good the sword in his hand is, it can't beat the loneliness in his heart.
No matter how busy you are, you can't find a place for your heart to store.
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