Time is something mysterious. Time can create a lot of things, and it can destroy a lot of things. As time goes by, I don't know what I am doing. Perhaps right or wrong, it is not me who judges, it is time. Zhang Xiaoxian said that love starts with time and is also destroyed by time. I believe it.
From Xiaoyu's diary, there is a sentence "From nothing to happiness," I admit that having happiness is sometimes. "From existence to nothing, but also happiness" I also admit that I lost my freedom. Suddenly thinking of freedom, I am enjoying or even squandering freedom, this freedom. "Life is precious, and love is more expensive. If it is freedom, both can be thrown away." I joked with my friends that it was not easy for me to come to freedom. I gave up love. Yes, others are pressing on me, and my heart's burdens are finally thrown away and thrown away. I can't help but admit that my spirit has been greatly liberated and stretched, and it is the feeling of sorrow and wind and rain that has taken off the millennium. I have pleasure, free pleasure.
But a friend told me very seriously that it is impossible to be truly free, unless you throw your life away, you will be truly free forever. A little surprised, this high school student actually said this to me, but I can't refute it. Indeed, true freedom may really require the most precious life and love in order to get it. What am I doing now, insignificant pseudo-freedom.
Love is not a burden on me. I was born to believe that apart from the Buddha, I was born for love. I was destined to live with love, and love is the person who lives. But love sometimes has too many additional conditions, but it is a burden. For example, the past, especially the stained past, is a heavy burden and mental debt. For example, material, this abominable love plug-in, with and without, is very different, even if I ignore its existence. For another example, feeling, originally thought that feeling was the guide of love, only to find that sometimes, feeling is classified. Panic without security, grievance without confidence, heartache without reason ... I think many times, the feeling of need is not satisfied, but I get the feeling that I don't want.
Insecurity is a common problem for women. So many rifts accumulated in the old days put together and found that it was an insurmountable divide. Or, the quarrel in the old days was a smell of gunpowder, which had accumulated so much that it turned out to be an irregular bomb. Women are too sensitive and self-esteem. Perhaps because of this, women's sense of security is always missing.
I would rather give up, rather than live under the humble heavy spiritual shackles, I think all women will choose this way. Even if the wounds are scarred, even if the heartache is endless, even if there are millions of hardships, but she is important, a woman will think like this one day, want to get rid of all the burden, all disguise, throw away everything to please and wrong, just pure Live for myself, myself. It is this belief, living purely for oneself. Get rid of everything, no matter in the past, love, or man, or hurt, pure, purely let yourself feel yourself, live for yourself, live and live.
Women sometimes need pure beauty, beautiful beauty, and even more the ultimate purity of a person. I think the highest state is that the world has nothing to do with it. That is to say, sometimes women need to forget all the rules, the morals and rules that society forces on women, the logic of robbers that men impose on women, etc., aside, simply, forget the world, just remember yourself, your own life, Take control of your own spiritual world.
If you have become a slave to love, you will do everything you can, and you will not know what the woman thinks. Sometimes women prefer and should let themselves learn to choose. It suddenly occurred to me that if I met, I would say that I am happy now, just pretending that I am not sad. I think this is the dignity many women give themselves, just to keep them from turning back. It's a reason for yourself. Yes, most women are determined to stop looking back. It was not that I had never thought about it, but that I could not overcome the hurdle in my heart. It was the choice that I did not want to easily overthrow. Overthrowing is to admit that you have completely lost. This is a more serious trauma than a loss of a man. This is the crux of the woman, the crux of the weak and strong mixed consciousness.
Woman, sometimes, is a monster. Actually, she has her own logic, but others don't understand it. She has her own way of expression, but others do n’t understand. Women are monsters, but you don't find the decryption key. I am also a woman and I do not deny that I am a monster. although……