As long as there is a cup of strong coffee on the table, I return to a familiar rhythm. Life is like this. When you become familiar with a rhythm, you change your lifestyle and your personality.
A cup of strong coffee is every morning, and occasionally a glass of strong wine alone is at night. In this age of chasing strong winds, the desire for tranquility in the hearts of sailors in the stormy sea is unparalleled. The day before yesterday, a friend asked me how you could like to travel alone, and I didn't respond to her. Just like some people like lively drinking, they are just lonely rather than having something on their mind.
We have been doing a lot recently. After eleven years of growth, we have finally begun to turn to a (limited partnership) enterprise. The near future is the most critical moment. Although I don't know if the time is right, it is definitely something I hope to do. I am honored that the friends who have grown up with us are starting to hold the bull's ear. It does not matter whether I have firm eyes or not. What is important is that your eyes are as clear as a newborn baby.
Actually, I am not obsessed with Jianghu.
I have regrets in my heart, thinking that I am a great writer and romantic poet who was ruthlessly buried by the times. Many people today would think of me as a seasoned businessman. But I also want them to see people who laugh through tears.
Today is the May Day holiday. I have free time and am good at writing. So when emotions accumulate to a certain level, some people don’t like to talk. And I don’t want to write when I’m in a happy mood, so if you see words of compassion, please forgive me that this person is not a negative person, because there may only be one or two articles in a year, so how can he be considered a pessimist?
I have many friends in many cities. I like friends who are strangers and have no interests. There is no need for us to try to tell each other what is good or bad, right or wrong. People who love to travel, the reason why they leave is not to escape from that city, but just to escape from those people and see how the strangers are happy, angry, sad and happy. If they had been able to choose, or choose again, many people's lives might not have ended here. I didn't like Lijiang before. I thought it was a place filled with people with ulterior motives and hidden agendas, and was full of all kinds of hints. But then I went there many times and gradually made some friends, and found that some people actually just want to find friends to have tea, chat, drink and tell others about their current career, work, life or love and hate when they arrive here. But we almost never appear in the streets or in bars late at night.
Even though there is no quiet place on this planet, these cities are not where I live. There are many friends who meet by chance. They will not test or try to break into your life. They will only chat with you, drink tea or wine, say some words and then leave. I won't make any guesses or reservations about them because they have no common friends or competing interests. The competition is nothing more than the petty profits of the philistines, such as being ripped off for a meal or buying high-priced fake handicrafts. It doesn't hurt my mood.
The more mature a person is, the less he or she needs the opinions of others, but he or she still hopes to tell them, preferably to a stone or a wooden stake. Because he doesn't need a response.
I like high-quality life, five-star hotels and business class. Maybe this is what others call material. I don’t deny that I am a material person. Even though I have faith, talking about money is not shameful in modern society. Each of us needs to see the world within our ability. Because my profession is design, I hope to experience expensive courtesy. They showed me a professional and polite smile, and their service standards were skillful, accurate, considerate and elegant. For those who are accustomed to civilized games, even if everything they see is a transaction, it is at least civilized.
Keep saying that people who don’t care about money are despicable and live at the bottom of society.
I own a car with more than 600 horsepower. Occasionally, I will drive alone in the university town late at night, chasing the shadows of street lights and trees. I am familiar with all the rules of this road. Being on the edge of the law is exciting. After all, who doesn’t have the heart of a desperate thief like those in the movie? But that doesn’t mean that those who drive fast and play music high are bad people. Everyone has their own way of expressing emotions. Sometimes in this society, it is really impossible to express yourself. You may need to face a machine or a wall before you can say what you have accumulated in your heart for a long time.
Everyone has some inherent characteristics in their genes, which will directly reflect their behavior. I don't like the feeling of survival, nor do I like the forbearance or deployment, using strategies to obtain my own interests. This seems so sophisticated. I hope to treat everything clearly and without reservation, and then let everything burn violently and shine like a lightning bolt. After all, it is brilliant and heroic. This feeling of flesh and blood seems very real.
I never thought that life would be so ups and downs. Some people think, isn’t your life pretty good? Why is it so confusing? However, maybe what you see is just the tip of the iceberg, and under the iceberg, everyone has another side.
A long time ago, a client forwarded me an article about a mental hospital: The greatest joy of a mental patient is to stare at the stones motionless. From his statement, the stones must be alive, and the stones will talk, walk and live together. It's just that they are too slow. They may only move one centimeter in a thousand years and say one word in a thousand years. They don't feel slow, and they don't know that they are being moved around and used to build houses and buildings. It's just that we humans are too fast. In the eyes of the stones, human time travels extremely fast, and humans exist like ghosts, or even do not exist. So the mentally ill man wished to remain still so that the stone would find him.