Chapter 2251 Born in negative emotions, growing up in a mixture of joy and sorrow
The sun fills every corner of the city lazily. It lacks the tenderness of sunrise and the vastness of sunset. Just like an amiable mother, she will always leave a touch of warmth wherever she passes.
The colors are warm, soft, and a little bit romantic, evoking the fantasy of late summer and early autumn.
Heim City remains the same, and the bluestone road in front of the city has become black and shiny after many days of rain. The birds under the eaves are enjoying the dewy morning light. The white-haired old man squinted his eyes slightly and pointed.
The sharp smoke blends with the wisps of fragrant tea.
Countless golden lights shine through the gaps between the branches and leaves, reflecting patches on the ground, and those patches cover the surface of the wall, gradually rising upwards over time.
The so-called laziness is just the clothes piled up in a corner of the room that have not yet been washed, the work that has been put off until now and has not been finished, and the drowsiness during practice. In short, it is: we know that something is
You should do something, but you just put it off, and while you put it off, you feel a strong sense of anxiety and guilt.
Like cancer, laziness consumes our lives all the time, but its methods are gentler, friendly, and more silent.
But if the end point of laziness is death, like cancer, then it has disappeared long ago. If there is a bomb stored in our body, will procrastination still occur?
Therefore, precisely because it is not a terminal disease, we despise it, allow it to grow, and turn it into a terminal disease.
The original intention of many things was positive, but with repeated indulgence, it turned into the self-pity and self-abasement of losers. In the end, procrastination cells infected the whole body, occupied the heartland, and planted the flag of victory.
And what is ironic is that in the whole process, we have successfully developed procrastination into depravity, fermented depravity into autism, and expanded autism into depression, and finally turned ourselves into scum in the garbage heap.
The basic operation of this kind of people is that if they drag, they must drag to death. In their hearts, they always believe in the fantasy that "I am born with talents that will be useful", and they always have an expression of "I will not die until I reach the Yellow River".
No matter how many urgent things are at hand, I will still be hesitant and always feel that whichever thing I do first will delay more important things.
They haven't even accomplished the big thing that changed the world, so how can they do trivial things like washing clothes and buying groceries? They haven't even achieved success and fame, so how can they follow the rules and step by step?
How can you compromise and seek perfection, swallowing your anger and swallowing your voice?
So they threw away their clothes randomly, lived their lives upside down day and night, and forgot their love in their decadence.
But such days have huge side effects. At some point, in that fleeting gap, we will find that our surroundings are gradually shrinking and deforming. Darkness is coming from all directions, and our bodies seem to be being destroyed.
Devoured by some unknown beast.
I don't know where I'm going, let alone what I'm going to do, my living senses have degraded to the point of being completely unconscious, and I don't want to hear any words, especially those about myself.
My eyes seemed to be unable to see anything, as if only the white walls around me could provide comfort. My body just wanted to lie down, and I was drowsy but had insomnia without any warning. It went back and forth for days and nights, and the biological clock had no rules.
His blood was frozen every inch, and every movement was difficult.
The once passionate energy gradually cooled down, and the indifference to fame and wealth became nothing more than a negative emotion. So we began to reject love, reject the world, reject gossip, refuse to get along with others, and even reject everything new. The terminal point of laziness is only
Falling into the abyss is the most terrifying hidden danger, and it is also the characteristic that turns into a terminal illness.
Study and work have been abandoned, and all the body organs have collapsed. Corrupted blood is spreading from the brain to the toes. Even the most basic life has become a problem, let alone the feeling of working, which is as depressing as swallowing a frog alive.
Gagging.
However, we always waste time on laziness without restraint. Whenever our desires come, we never skimp on time. However, although we can satisfy the temporary entertainment, we cannot satisfy the temporary pressure, so we would rather put the pressure on
They piled up into mountains and turned a blind eye to all this, waiting for the moment when Mount Tai collapsed.
Although we occasionally have a flash of self-knowledge and know that our mistakes are irreversible, this kind of self-blame is just a kind of comfort, just like a scumbag secretly hiding in a corner where no one knows after he has raped a girl.
He slapped himself in the face, and then went to rape other girls the next day.
Therefore, if we are not busy dying, let's live well. We have to choose one of the two, and half-death is the most despised.
Although many times, when we don't do something, it's not because we are lazy, but just because we don't believe that our efforts will be rewarded accordingly.
Who doesn’t want a starry life? I believe that most people are unwilling to be mediocre, but why do most people’s lives remain the same without any change?
Is it because we have stayed in a certain environment for too long, and after adapting to the environment, we suffer from laziness and do not want to change the status quo? Or as long as external factors do not change too much, we do not want to take the initiative to seek change.
Can we continue to maintain the status quo and nothing else matters?
Many people have become accustomed to a nine-to-five life, but whenever night falls and they look at the bright lights outside the window, they always ask themselves, is this really what they want?
We often forget about food and sleep after getting lost in playing with things, and work diligently after three days of fishing and two days of drying nets. Perhaps what we challenge is never the unknown fate, but the direction pointed by the road sign that has been bent by ourselves.
The dark night is coming, biscuit crumbs are scattered all over the sheets, the milk in the glass is delicious, the fish tank on the windowsill has long dried up, and the dim light of the candle lights up the room.
Perhaps the vast majority of living beings are not born as the glorious, great, and correct species we imagined. Although humans have been considered rational animals since ancient Greece, the longer we live, the more we will find that rationality is valuable.
, many people are entangled with emotions throughout their lives.
Life is a process of constant giving up, giving up the carefree childhood in exchange for the expectations of growing up; giving up the throbbing of youth in exchange for mature sophistication; giving up the sweetness of love in exchange for the stability of the family; giving up the sound of applause in exchange for peace of mind
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The real laziness is not the laziness to pay, but the laziness to reap, because no one can guarantee that we will not be maimed by the sickle when harvesting. The lack of desire for the results, as well as many uncontrolled accidents, make us choose to escape or not.
It's better than risking your life.
Reinhardt, the new king of the Pava Federation, the pinnacle of power, the divine knight, and the holder of the Wrath of Slaughter (two-handed sword). He is furious because his clan mother was killed by Ibo Zitor, and he wants to take action more and more.
revenge.
However, the consul Ashur blocked it and said that the new era ushered in by the Pava Federation would either rise or perish, and there was no third option.
Waiting to see what happened, Archon Ashur came up with countermeasures. After all, those mysterious creatures could not be burned away by their anger, and it was impossible to even harm them.