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Foreword: I am for myself

Everyone has experienced a period of soul confusion, some are winners, and some are losers.

Everyone will encounter some people who influence or even determine their destiny. They have different relationships and different appearances. Some are good, some are bad, some are worthy of admiration, and some are sneering. Of course, they are different.

The unruly person decides that what he has to face is social exclusion and what he needs to do is to adapt to this exclusion.

What a comfortable person needs to do is enjoy life and enjoy the rights given by others.

What a confused person needs to do is happiness. If big things turn into small things, small things turn into openness. Hehe. Maybe he can read everything. Of course, confused people have the happiness they enjoy exclusively.

A profound person is troubled by why he lives, why he has to experience so much, and why he is a human, not something else.

There are also some people who have experienced the above experiences, such as being unruly, hesitant, comfortable, free and easy, confused, and do whatever they want. Slowly, life comes out.

Then mature and take everything lightly.

What is maturity for? Living better? Is it enjoyment? And everyone above enjoys their own life, either suffering and down, or nourishing and free.

In fact, there is another type of person who doesn’t even know what his attitude towards life is, and what all this means.

I have worked so hard to do so, growing up, loving, and mature, and in the end, everyone gave it to whom? Who are they? Who are they living for? Who should they give it to?

Who should I give to my youth? But who should I give to me?

Who did my youth affect? ​​Who did it hinder? Who did it help? Who did it involve?

No one knows what it will be like in the future, so they start to grasp the present. Some people work hard to better grasp tomorrow, while others are decadent to enjoy today better.

No one knows who will break into his own life in the future, so he doesn't seek it and wait.

Who am I alive for? Who is I alive for me?

Who should I give my youth? Whose youth can I give me?

I would like to dedicate this book to all friends who have thought this way in the past, now, and from now on
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