Sitting lazily on the balcony, I looked up and saw a white and blue striped shirt drying on the end of the rope. I turned around and saw my neighbor pushing open the courtyard door and walking into a butcher shop in the market area.
On my back, I feel the soft and slightly cool touch of the lounge chair. In my ears, I can hear the pattering sound of my wife walking around the room in her slippers.
The young couple lived on the third floor, and every day they went to the mercenary union to pick up tasks, and they usually met the old man who lived on the first floor.
The old man takes out the newspapers from the newspaper box on time every day, and he also asks for the scraps that the young couple don't want. But in the past few days, the young couple found that the old man was missing, and there was a thick stack of newspapers stuffed in the newspaper box, and dust was vaguely visible.<
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Although the two of them felt something was wrong, they still naively believed that the old man was just as naughty as a child and was just too lazy to go out because of the recent rain.
Life is like this. Perhaps after we have gone through a long life, we will find that our life is very dull.
All sunrises and sunsets, the coming and going of cold and summer are all the same, and all the laughter and tears ultimately come from the same source. Everything in the world seems to pass through every ordinary day without knowing it.
Or maybe we feel that life is always full of various challenges, waiting for us to overcome them one by one. Life is like this in a cycle, and no one knows whether tomorrow will be dull or challenging.
This is true for nobles, businessmen, mercenaries, and magicians. Everyone has their own torment and suffering. Therefore, when ignorance becomes the mainstream, sobriety is a crime.
We are always lamenting the misfortune of life and waiting for hope to come, but time is like a naughty elf, snickering and passing us by.
Time gradually passes, and the carefree childhood has long since dissipated like a dream, and the romantic past of my youth has also been lost in the years along with the transformation.
As time goes by, the past is like a song, and it can only be stored in the parchment of memory. But the days in the future are like a silent river, extending desperately behind you.
However, time flies by, but life is still as light as the clouds under the sky, and as beautiful and quiet as the alleys in early winter.
But real life is always a mixture of joy and sorrow. Some people are mainly responsible for tasting joy, while other people have to be responsible for eating sorrow.
Therefore, many people choose to do stupid things just because they want to alleviate the pain, even if they get the slightest spiritual comfort.
This feeling is like being forcibly tied to a crooked tree, and then putting a piece of yellow paper on your face, and there are only six big characters printed on the yellow paper: Welcome guests from all directions.
Many things go from ambitious to complicated, and finally turn into compromise. Life is like this, how can you not see mourning but see mourning?
When we grow old and look back at our past, we will find that when we became professionals, when we chose a partner to fall in love with, and when we had wives and children as companions, all of these are actually great changes in fate. p>
But at that time, we were standing at a fork in the road, seeing thousands of storms, but we still naively thought that it was just an ordinary day in life.
How many people love the ancient continent, but at the same time feel the boredom of this world? How many people love this world, but at the same time cannot accept themselves?
The human body will age and break, and so will the soul. But there is no specific value, but no one wants to talk too much about it.
All kinds of clichéd comforts, countless twinkling sincere eyes, and too many beautiful cakes depicting the future. Unfortunately, these still cannot escape being mixed with cold or even rancid chicken soup.
Each of us is in a life full of huge variables. One mistake, two mistakes, one accident, or two accidents may quietly cause some people's life to be filled with hardships.
A good-looking person may become a minstrel or the focus of a dance and become very popular. At this time, the world is kind.
An unattractive person may have a psychological shadow due to the ridicule of others, thus sowing the seeds of low self-esteem.
A family from an aristocratic family may pay great attention to cultivating the abilities of their offspring, including but not limited to learning ability, special hobbies, and value orientations. Then this child will naturally become what others call the pride of heaven.
But in a poor family, the adults may be busy working outside to make money every day, and the children may hang out in the slums all day long. When they grow up, they realize that their children have no knowledge, no skills, and no ideas.
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A child from a wealthy family has many opportunities to explore the unknown. In addition to entering the Imperial College, there are also options to go to other principalities. Some parents even do not require their children to excel at all, as long as they can be healthy and happy.
However, a child from a poor family understands very early on what is the only way out for his life. They cannot do the things they like because there are too many "serious things" that must be done.
Their entire life trajectories will not fluctuate drastically, because the world gives children from poor families too few opportunities to make new choices.
How many people with mediocre talents can enter the Imperial Academy? How many people stay in the magic apprenticeship stage for their entire lives, but their parents or relatives have arranged jobs for them?
How many people don't earn a few gold coins per month, but live in a noble house bought by their parents, ride in the most luxurious carriage, and sleep with the most beautiful wife? This is a good life. The life of such people is a kind of life that has been advanced.
A good destiny.
Too many people's lives are just a matter of not getting all the good things they want, living in poverty and depression, never loving or being loved, and finally dying slowly with their broken bodies.
Maybe they didn't gain any good memories in the end, and could only turn into powder with full of regret and unwillingness.
The tricks of fate are happening all the time. It seems that some people are born to be teased. It seems that their mission of existence is to use their own humbleness to highlight the greatness of others.
This is like a lackluster opera, the ending is already determined, the plot is boring, there are no twists and turns, and there are no surprises.
Wandering alone in the desert, longing to see an oasis. But a shallow pool of water is still insignificant compared to the endless heat. Even if my hands are cold, my feet are still hot, and I don't know where the next oasis is.
So we simply stopped looking for it and huddled in the shade of a small tree all day long to endure the heat wave. When we were happy, we turned over. When we were tired, we closed our eyes tightly and stared at the sand dunes in the distance, wondering whether we would sleep here tonight. p>
Wouldn't it be an extremely surprising thing if you find that your body still has residual warmth the next morning? Maybe you won't be surprised anymore at this time, and being alive is enough.
If one day I am finally taken to the Hall of Valor by the God of Death, I will definitely stand up and go there happily. Maybe I will be a little nostalgic, but I will never hesitate at that time.
Why bother looking for reasons to live, forcing others and yourself to "live well", and fill the empty and weak spiritual space with the sense of accomplishment of achieving your goals?
This kind of cycle is actually the same as drinking poison, and it will become increasingly difficult to be satisfied internally, and it will become increasingly lack of motivation and courage to live.
The best way to live is to not care about life or death. There is no strong desire to win, or even a strong desire to live.
A person chooses to live because he is happy, and the same is true for choosing death. It’s just that we haven’t had enough fun yet, and we still want to stay in this world for a little longer.
The afterglow of the setting sun filled the balcony. The junior magician and his wife looked at the sky and whispered their plans for the coming year. Maybe returning to the small mountain village in his hometown would be his destination, or maybe he could make more money by clinging to a certain noble. Being born as a human being, even if you are a magician, you have no choice but to live a hard life. As long as you can make your wife live a better life, there is no problem in swallowing your anger.