Nostalgia and memories, to a large extent, are nothing more than self-deception. What we remember are the things we want to remember, and what often comes up are those people who have made a big fuss. It's the same with history - the ones remembered are never ordinary people. How could it be any different in real life within small circles? To this day, I still don't know what kind of life is satisfying. Those who have achieved fame and success, do their stories also contain emotions such as pain, regret, disappointment, dissatisfaction, etc.? Recently, a netizen likes to discuss with me ultra-high difficulty questions like why do people live? What is the purpose of life? My answer has always been "I don't know, I don't know." I also want to know.
If the pursuit of wealth is the ultimate goal of life, there always seems to be something wrong. If one says they don't like the increase of wealth, it seems very affected. Who doesn't like a materially superior life? But at some moments, certain feelings and questions always pop up to bother me. What do I really want? It has almost become a personal century-old problem. Sometimes when I encounter similar questions, I would like to blurt out, I want ten million, one hundred million, to become a person on the wealth list, but then I know it's not all about that.
It's no wonder that many people say forgetting is happiness. If all our attention and thoughts were only focused on this moment, all joys and sorrows, gains and losses were only related to what happened today. Every past yesterday and every future tomorrow, because they haven't happened, wouldn't enter our minds. Perhaps it really is a happy thing.
What has already happened cannot be changed or repaired, and what hasn't happened yet is always unknown. Will the people or events we will encounter change our lives unintentionally? Half of life has passed, and standing where we are now, the track of life is almost set. It's not easy to make impulsive decisions, so it's hard to make choices that significantly impact us. Giving up and starting anew both require enormous courage, and youth as capital.
Look, an accidental meeting with an old colleague brings out so many reflections. His appearance isn't also an unexpected influence? It makes the days that repeat like a photocopier suddenly fluctuate emotionally. It feels like the photocopier is jammed. To restore its inertia, we need to fix the fault, and then continue.