The days when I thought I couldn't get out are now impossible to go back to.

—— Haruki Murakami "Listen to the Wind Sing" This is 2020, which is full of epic and mysterious flavor.

March is about to bottom out, and time has passed by quietly like a fleeting moment. What is left behind can at best be called memories, allowing you to remember that time is fleeting, and time makes people grow old. Time is gone, and it will not stop the movement of the pendulum.

As the saying goes, there is no way to cry out of true collapse. It is like the motionless wind, silent. You sit there motionless, but your heart is in a mess and the ground is covered with ashes.

You may care about what this person said, or whether his identity is important to me, enough for me to explode.

No, it just happened that this person came to talk to me. When I saw the sentence "You have been in a bad state recently and your health is not good." I suddenly felt as if I was shocked.

Many scenes appeared in my mind like a movie, frame by frame. Naturally, when I responded to the other party's message later, I was overflowing with emotions. Later I went to say sorry. Thinking about it, I felt that I was a little too much. How could I do that?

Suddenly, I feel like a poisonous rose, pricking others. I hope this person will be tolerant and understanding (inner os: adults will not remember the faults of villains).

Well, let's wait until everything is on track and then have a meal to express our thanks, or maybe have a cake together!

?

Not bad, after all, the ceremonial cake that I have been talking about for a long time is still sitting in the window of the cake shop and has been stranded. It has not been fulfilled since November last year until now. Thinking about how miserable I have to be with cakes,

I couldn't help but say something like, wow, what a miserable woman.

I thought of my friend A. One time he said he got off work at two o'clock in the morning. He took a photo of his slender hands outside the window of a speeding taxi at night and gave it to me. He told me about the howling wind outside and how fast the car was going.

His tiredness, fear of sudden death, inner loneliness, and lack of understanding from his family all made him realize that at his age, he had nothing but work.

I replied, at least you still have a job to rely on.

At that time, I wanted to collect those wisps of wind, put it away gently every time, and fill the whole bottle, with the breath of the city in the early morning, mixed with the laziness of all things, and suddenly take away the anxiety in the dream, and slip into the world.

Elf, give him a souvenir as a souvenir.

Work is like a child you gave birth to. You protect it as it grows, and it rewards you. More or less, it is something with results, so you must be content.

I wanted to post it on Moments to vent, but felt that too much negative energy would only make people worried, so I had to silently delete it word by word.

I said, I don’t like people with negative energy either, but who can be emotionless?

When you encounter negative energy, divert your attention and do some adjustment. Don't complain. It won't solve anything and will only increase worries.

Moments is a window for us to understand our friends. No one stipulates that you can only post positive things, such as food, travel, and chicken soup.

It's just that we manually filtered it ourselves.

In this dynamic world where micro-business advertisements are flying all over the place, where rich people show off their assets, couples show off their affection, and mothers show off their babies and husbands, Moments is no longer the real world it once was.

Now I feel that it is still the same. I should first suppress my negative emotions and heal myself, learn to be strong, and avoid showing them in public. After all, this is the rational cultivation of qualified adults.

Negative energy, collapse, these are things that people don’t like to see and expose.

But if you really want to post it, just post it. You can see the grouping.

If you really can't bear it anymore and want to talk to someone, then release it seriously.

People who really care about you will not dislike you because you post too much, nor will they say that you are too fragile or too glassy. They will only think that it is a true record of daily life, and there is no need to bother you.

The person you care about won't just pry into your happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy through Moments. He will contact you proactively. You don't need to remind him to post in Moments. He will click on your profile picture more and read more of your updates.

, will encourage, support and comfort you.

And for those who don't care, even if they post on Moments, it won't change much, so hey, just be happy and post whatever you want.

Just like what Adlerian psychology says, hair is your subject, looking is other people's subject.