(The text on No. 29 should have been written about it before.)

I didn’t want to write it now, but I felt it was a bit urgent.

The title is Gibran's poem, "The Bow and the Arrow."

The original version is in English.

Feel free to copy a fragment of the translation, and if you are interested, please search for it yourself.

Your child is not yours.

They are the children of "life".

Life comes through you, but not for you.

Although it is beside you, it does not belong to you.

You can give him love, but you can't impose your thoughts.

Because he has his own thoughts.

You can give him a physical place to live, but you can't imprison his soul.

Because his soul will live in the house of tomorrow that you cannot even dream of.

You need to learn from him, not make him like you.

Because life will not retreat, nor will it linger on yesterday.

You are a bow and your children are the arrows of life.

You can try your best to send him far away, but you can't determine where he will land...

I once mentioned a literary girl.

We had a chat a few years ago.

She is not young anymore and says she is not ready to get married.

She broke up because her family forced her to get married, so she packed up a suitcase and ran away from home.

I lived in a place unknown to my family, found a job randomly, and had almost no contact with my family.

From a pure soul perspective, I think this behavior is super cool.

Just like those epic love stories at home and abroad.

From a secular perspective and a family perspective, it is a bit inappropriate.

Incoordination in the relationship between people will inevitably lead to endless troubles.

In recent years, we can see a lot of related news.

For example, someone who killed his parents when he was thirteen or fourteen years old.

For example, the man who jumped off a bridge in Shanghai at the age of seventeen.

These people and things have no direct connection with me.

But there is no way to turn a blind eye and hear but not hear.

What the news reflects is indeed a real problem that needs to be solved urgently.

As I said, Ah Mao is like another me, focusing his writing on some things in his past life.

I don't dare to remember the past now.

Because being sentimental, whether good or bad, makes you prone to sadness. Therefore, you generally only focus on the present and the future.

I’m going to say it today.

I saw a book at the starting point a while ago.

Many of the words in it are complaining.

Bitterness... almost always comes from conflicts with family members.

This is also...another version of me (it can also be said the other way around, it's the same for everyone, so I just feel the same way).

I should rarely mention the conflicts between myself and my family.

That's not to say I'm past this stage.

But I realized that conflicts between people are eternal.

The only difference is the degree of contradiction.

It did not form overnight, and it is difficult to reconcile.

So I can only avoid talking about it for the time being (if I wanted to talk about it, I could even write a whole book about it in detail).

Parent-child relationships are generally tense in China at this stage, and one of the most common reasons is the conflict between family expectations and children's self-expectations.

The elders hope that the younger ones will obey.

The younger generation wants to listen to themselves.

The focus of the elders is often on how to help the younger generation have a better life and stay on the right track (getting married, having children, etc.).

One of the focuses of the younger generation: how to spend life in the way they like.

From that book, copy a few paragraphs.

Our lives will eventually come to an end, and the comfort zone will one day leave us, and one day we will become a haven for others and build a warm comfort zone for them. Maybe I will not become

Who is a safe haven, but willing to lend a shoulder to others when they need it.

As for the comfort zone I used to live in, let it stay in my heart with the beautiful appearance at that time, so that at least I will feel a little warm. And that little bit of warmth will always make me feel better sometimes.

My heart felt so comforted.

I have been trying not to rely on my safe haven and to be a truly independent person. People around me do not have expectations for the future I expect. They only think it is nonsense. Then the warmth disappeared,
Chapter completed!