It is true that I have been struggling under the pressure of reality, and I was quite touched when I saw the original words "Life is not just the present, but also poetry and distance". This sentence is like a lamp in the dark, which can give me hope and longing. Unfortunately, when I wake up, life has to go on, the balance of my card has not increased, and the rent in arrears still has to be paid ... Poetry and distance can't replace daily necessities, and the future needs reality to pave the way.
Back to my heart, I want to know what life is. The life I understand is not yearning in my heart, poetry and distance, nor struggle, but everything I can touch, such as food, clothing, housing, emotion, work, entertainment, study, sports, rest and so on. Life is not a distant beauty, but a real feeling, hunger and food, ups and downs, sadness and happiness, hearty and melancholy. ...
Last night, I tried to write down all my current goals and wishes and put aside reality to write. I found that none of my wishes is travel, none is expensive food, none is luxurious clothes and jewelry, none is luxurious courtyard, and none is worth showing off in my circle of friends. I just want to have a house where I can raise children and be filial to my parents, and have my own career or systematic knowledge. It can be said that my goal is only the needs of my life, nothing else. On second thought, what I need is actually more difficult to realize than some material wishes, but I can't turn around and pursue what everyone thinks because of the difficulty. Am I really happy even though I have been praised countless times in my circle of friends?
I'm thinking that living the life I want is success. My life begins with daily necessities, with what happened around me and with my inner needs. This is a process of continuous improvement and constant satisfaction.
Two days ago, I read an article "Heaven is still there, but there is no place for you". There is a passage in it: there is no shortage of beauty in life, what is lacking is the eyes that find beauty, and what is lacking is the ability to contact beauty. It's not that the innocence, kindness, comfort and calmness that we yearn for and pursue since childhood no longer exist, but that we are sometimes too weak, too poor and too low-level, and we can only struggle in a low-level decadent environment full of stupidity, fatigue, hypocrisy and ugliness. When writing these words, I have been thinking, is my level too low, so my idea is too common? Is it because I am lacking in my heart, so I have no passion?
Indeed, my strength is too weak, my level is too slag, and my level is too low. But this does not prevent me from following my inner satisfaction. It is because of the ordinary that I feel practical and feel that I am stepping on the land, not the clouds. When I reach a certain level and have a certain strength, my life will be what I wanted at that time.