It rained heavily on the road ahead, so why did I go there without rain gear?

Because I was going to go far away, I passed by there.

Change is an incomprehensible existence.

When I was thinking of resigning, the wealthy bamboo at home sprouted beside its broken mouth, and the old leaves of the money tree began to wither and new buds, as if indicating me that it was a new beginning.

Then, the two trees on the right side of the company's office building began to turn yellow and fell leaves, giving me the feeling that they were about to wither. After all, the other trees were all good.

Then, the iron wall in the workshop had to be removed due to some factor, as if it was about to be moved away.

All the feeling I feel is that it’s time for me to leave and start a new direction.

However, as time goes by, the two girls who have been newly admitted to our office for less than two months are about to quit.

Inevitably, I have to recruit people again to stabilize the office environment. The more this happens, the harder it will be for me to leave.

In normal processes, I can leave. But in terms of favors, I can’t leave. A soft-hearted person is just a shackle.

Well, I am soft-hearted and can't accomplish anything big.

So, it gives people the illusion that I will stay.

After the illusion arises, all the special phenomena before have begun to change.

The buds grown from the broken mouth of the Fugui Bamboo grew in the direction of the broken roots. Some of them were originally out of vitality and became very vital. The leaves of the money tree also changed from tender green to dark green, replacing the old leaves I cut, as if they were before the buds began.

The two trees on the right side of the company's office building that looked like they were about to wither also sprouted tender buds. After about half a month, they regained their vitality, as if they were playing a funny joke with me: we were just pretending to die.

Even the iron sheets removed in the workshop were reinstalled and restored to their original state.

And this series of changes gave me the feeling that it was just a farce, don't take it seriously.

Oh, how should I complain about this change?

But, there is nothing wrong with the change.

Or should I complain about myself who think too much?

Or maybe, nothing is wrong. This is just one of the changes in the thousands of worlds. Whether it is objects or human psychology.

During this period, I missed the second year of high school. Well, I like to read books in the bookstore, I like to get rid of my blood, I like to do geography exercises, I like to read "Sea Pai Sweetheart" and listen to "Rain Love" and "Love Not Single", I like that loneliness and a faint sadness, I like that kind of spiritual freedom... I like me at that time...

At least, at that time, I knew what I like and what I wanted...

Now I am so ashamed... like a blind-headed fly, so lost...

There are too many hardships in life that cannot be told at all.

Listen to a song you like, let the depression flow down the corners of your eyes with the music, or, that is, the most natural venting...

Everyone needs to find a way to vent that suits them, because the water of life must be in and out to be alive.

Some time ago, there were often heavy showers, but it was difficult to guess which time period would happen. The weather forecast was just a forecast, not 100% accurate.

Sometimes, I want to go home to rest at noon, but the sky in the direction of my home is covered with dark clouds and it may rain heavily at any time. So, should I go back or not?

When you go back, you may be wet, even if you hold an umbrella. If you don’t go back, you will feel unhappy at all.

Sometimes, I want to pick up my dear from get off work in the evening, but the sky towards her company is also covered with dark clouds, and it is also possible to rain heavily at any time.

If you go to pick me up, maybe my dear and I will be wet. If you don’t pick me up, you will feel very unhappy.

Well, I chose to move forward all the situations I encountered.

In the end, the goddess of luck favored me and did not let the heavy rain fall.

When you really want to do something, will there be an invisible force protecting yourself?

If so, why can't you face every choice bravely?

Well, one of the instincts of animals is to be afraid of being hurt.

There is no 100% security, only a few lucky and extremely rare miracles.

Today, I am actually so sad that I don’t want to write anything at all…

But, wouldn’t I feel sad if I didn’t write it?

If sadness is the dark cloudy sky, then writing something is my choice to move forward.

Perhaps, during the writing process, it will rain on the sky and I will cry. But my goal is to reach the destination, to finish writing this article. Even if it rains and I cry, it will not affect my ability to reach the destination, nor will it affect my completion of writing this article.

The worst result is nothing more than being wet by the rain and red and swollen eyes.

But, like that, I broke through again...

If you take the brave step first, you will naturally have your own trajectory.

Look, this article is finished.

It didn't rain, and I didn't cry.

But, when I arrived at my destination, I finished writing the things.

This is, yes.
Chapter completed!