When I read a book, I saw this saying: When I feel depressed, I should listen to some sad songs, so that my heart can be comforted.

Well, it seems that it makes sense...

Then just loop a song and write something in that sensible melody.

I haven't figured out how to view loss for a long time. After all, it's hard.

When I was a child, I usually wouldn't play with other children unless they knew how to cherish my toys. Because I wanted to protect what I like, most of them didn't know how to cherish my things. However, adults always taught me not to be so stingy, so sometimes I would force my toys to play with other children. As a result, many toys broke. But I could only accept it with heartache... Because in adult values, children must be obedient, even if children are crying.

It was a kind of loss, which made me feel helpless...

When I was in elementary school, I was used to preserving. Even if the toys were rotten, I would not throw them away even if there was only one wheel left. Because I was always trying to preserve the lost memories but had not been completely lost.

I didn't sell any of the main textbooks in elementary school because I think those textbooks are full of the flavor of my childhood. I will definitely feel that they will take them back and take a look. I thought I could keep them all, but I didn't expect that my cousin secretly sold all my elementary school textbooks. The money sold was only one or two yuan, but my childhood memories were priceless!

It was also a loss, I could do nothing to lose...

Since puberty, I have begun to like to record what I like and think I can keep recording it. However, I always lose it because of various complex reasons when I was unpredictable.

Every loss makes me feel so insecure and empty inside. I just want to keep the mark of my growth, and when I reminisce about it in the future, I can have a kind of sustenance. But I didn’t expect it to be so difficult.

I just saw many people reading books and not just sell them all, and don’t leave any things to be savored. I think, is it interesting to live like this? I keep moving forward and walking until I get old, but there is nothing to be savoring the original past. What a blank life it was. It seems that the walking corpse who lived for life just for life, without much memory...

But do I care too much about things that can store memories?

Just like I have been writing diaries for several years, but suddenly one day, those diaries disappeared. Do I really have no memories?

What mentality should I have when dealing with these sudden losses? This is something I really want to think about...

In my room in my hometown, I wanted to find the dragon I drew in the fifth grade of elementary school. It was the best dragon I drew. I obviously put it in a notebook in the drawer, but I couldn't find it no matter how I looked for it. I don't know if it was taken away, but in short, it just disappeared. It's a pity! I drew the dragon because of curiosity, and since then I really liked painting. Such meaningful paintings were still lost...

It is very uncomfortable to lose, but what else can I do besides accepting it?

Sometimes the more I am afraid of losing, the easier it is to lose. In college, I have two QQs, one is the initial QQ, and the other is QQ that has written more than 300 logs. But I didn’t expect that QQ that has written more than 300 logs will be stolen and cannot be found in the end. When I just lost that QQ, I felt so heartbroken! QQ has many marks of my growth, and it disappeared all of a sudden, that kind of loss...

However, because I lost that QQ, I turned my attention back to the original QQ, which allowed me to open up new areas. Perhaps sometimes, I could get a new strength.

Later, the initial QQ also had 300 logs. Moreover, this QQQ was many times more than the number of words I lost. Because the more than 300 logs of that QQQ were mostly poems and not many words. In the initial QQQ, there were more than 200 articles of the article, each with at least a few hundred words, not to mention more than that.

Every time I think of this, I see the greatest comfort of losing.

Despite this, I still want to keep my growth mark and not want to lose it. For example, the initial QQ had so many traces of my growth, and I was quite afraid that one day the QQ would be stolen again. Then, I would be really hit...

Later, I thought about it for a long time. If I rely too much on these external things that can be entrusted with memory, then what am I like?

Those are just marks that record my growth, but the real growth subject is me! Why should I care too much about those external things? Without it, I can continue to create! Only when the body is still there, there will definitely be marks of growth! Since this is the case, why should I be troubled?

I think I just like watching my growth record step by step, just like NBA games, you have to know how many games you have won in order to better make combat strategies.

But think about it more, maybe I got into a dead end early in the morning? Data does have some analytical effects, but relying too much on data will easily lose its true meaning. Just like, is I living to live for myself or to make the data more perfect? ​​This is really hard to say...

Paying attention to data is just to better grasp yourself. But truly powerful people do not pay too much attention to data. It is like some celebrities will calculate how many songs they have written at the beginning, but then they will not forget it anymore, because they are so powerful that they no longer need to rely on data.

I care so much about my growth marks now, which only means that I am not strong enough.

Looking back on the past, it seems that apart from bringing some pity, it did not make me unable to recover. Every loss makes me stronger little by little. Perhaps, that is also the meaning brought by loss...

Take some insight into your imagination: what you have lost is only the surface, what really belongs to you has always been in your body and mind, and has never been lost.
Chapter completed!