Have you ever thought about the meaning of your existence?

I think everyone has probably thought about several similar questions at one time or another.

What is the result of your thinking?

Maybe we can proofread the answers.

Some people around me have come up with many answers:

For example, life is inherently meaningless.

For example, people should live in the present.

For example, the value of life depends entirely on self-realization.

For example, emotional sustenance is more important than all wealth.

And the direction in which all these answers finally converge.

They all seem to completely accept themselves, the way they have always lived, and acknowledge their own value.

To put it more simply, it should be to reconcile with life.

Peacefully accept your imperfect self and your imperfect situation.

In this way, meaning, something that is only born from a subjective perspective, will naturally not be difficult to achieve.

You can accept these four words yourself.

It's easy to say, but not so easy to do.

Throughout history, whether it is a collective group or a single individual.

If you want to achieve long-term and healthy development, reflecting on yourself is an essential process.

Then it would be better not to develop, since thinking will bring pain.

This is Jiang Sheng's lazy thought.

It wants to become a cat, it seems, just to live without any worries like it does now.

In its view, life itself is a miracle that is difficult to replicate, and as long as it is alive, it is meaningful.

It's a pity that people's lifestyle is so tiring.

Therefore, it wants to change its way of living.

But He Wen, who was only separated by a window, obviously didn't think so.

He always wonders whether the words he is struggling with really make sense.

Are these sources of pain really meaningful?

If he just spends the rest of his life in this way, is his life really meaningful?

…

Outside the window, Jiang Sheng squatted on the windowsill and stared idle.

It was not worried about being unable to enter the house.

Anyway, the wall in the physical sense cannot stop its resentment at all, and the young man's computer is very close to the window.

Therefore, even if it stands outside the window, it can continue to absorb the "misfortune" on it.

The only thing we need to worry about is that young people stay away from computers for long periods of time.

But it doesn't matter, Jiang Sheng can open the window and enter the house by himself even if it doesn't work.

Anyway, the window door is unlocked, and with its strength similar to that of a serval cat, it can't even push a window open.

But now, considering that the young man obviously doesn't want to see himself again.

Jiang Sheng decided to let him stay alone for a while first.

If you can avoid disturbing him, then don't disturb him.

One week.

It only takes about a week.

At that time, I will leave voluntarily.

Jiang Sheng has never been a gregarious "person", and he has never wanted to enter anyone's life. He just likes to wander on the edge of the crowd as always.

Come when you want to come, leave when you want to leave. Just like most wild cats, they follow their own desires without persistence or pursuit.

…

"Although, but, but..."

"However, but, but..."

"These words have been used before, what other words can be used to take over."

"No, no, why can't I use it a second time after using it?"

"Because the same words shouldn't appear repeatedly in the same chapter, right?"

"Does it count as repetition? Do you know that nothing can happen more than three times?"

"Three, then I have used many words more than three times before, right? For example, some, they, here, there, etc."

"Then you go check it out. It's best to change them all."

"You're crazy. How much do you have to change? Yes, I shouldn't worry about this. How can I write a book if I worry about this?"

"But why should someone write a book if he can't even use the right words?"

In the room, He Wen sat blankly at the computer desk, with countless quarreling soliloquies in his mind.

At this time, he began to write his own novel again.

And every time this happens, he will fall into inescapable self-doubt.

Expressing it simply and clearly seems to be extremely difficult for him in this situation.

He wanted to write his own novel, there was no doubt about it.

But that's why.

Sometimes, even before writing, He Wen needs to be mentally prepared.

Not to mention the subsequent difficulties in completing the manuscript.

This is wrong and the path is completely wrong.

He Wen actually understood this, but his mind seemed to have become accustomed to this way of thinking.

It has even been turned into a solidification step.

You have to think about every word, and the next second you turn around and overturn the decision you made the previous second.

He might be able to put all these thoughts behind him for the time being, but only when they pile up into a mountain and collapse.

He Wen would completely deny everything he had written before.

He will feel that his article is nonsense, and in the end, he will be unable to add anything to it.

It was a place of despair, as if all emotions had been exhausted.

"No matter what, just keep writing. At least finish today's content first. Please, don't argue anymore."

He Wen muttered, suppressing bursts of irritability.

At the same time, he tapped the center of his eyebrows heavily with the heel of his palm, as if this would make all those noisy thoughts disperse.

Then he pressed his thumb against his ribs, hunched over in his seat, and took a deep breath.

It seems like this can suppress my anxious heart.

He Wen wants to be calm.

I want to get back to the simple fantasy of the past.

He wants to find a "safe haven" where he can forget his troubles.

It was a beautiful dreamland that allowed him to lie down on the table and travel to all over the world.

However, the real world usually does not want to believe in fantasy.

…

"Boom."

Probably during a deafening thunder.

He Wen didn't know how many times he raised his head from the desk.

He realized that it was going to rain again. Summer rain always happens like this. It comes when it comes, without waiting.

I probably don't have any clothes to hang out in the sun.

He Wen thought.
To be continued...