I always remember that this proposition was not finished, and I occasionally think about it during this period.
Now, after one o'clock in the morning, it is the dead of night, and I am still "stealing the sky" as before.
? I have a terrible headache, drowsy, and feel like I won¡¯t be able to wake up once I close my eyes, and I, today
Possibly because I drank some wine last night, I fell asleep while writing. When I woke up and saw the beginning, I didn¡¯t know how to continue.
The next day of rain, the sky in Chengdu was overcast and very dark. It may be because of the boredom of quitting smoking recently. In such weather, I feel that I should degenerate.
Looking through the cycle of life and death, I suddenly felt a sense of being independent from the world and being a disciple of the sky. I am fighting against myself, and even the world, in my deepest heart. I have always imagined that one day, I will be able to step on the world and be righteous.
A word has always been recognized: the world is not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog. This sentence from the Tao Te Ching may have affected the most important link in my growth process. I once summed up this profound sentence in one sentence: wind, horse and cow are irrelevant. If Tiandi is a slut, she can't swing by my side, that's probably how I understand it.
"Stealing the sky" is a hypocritical term. How can people do this? We just use various methods to punish or motivate ourselves. All of this is a self-centered one-man show. God, objective existence, just like sluts exist objectively, but sluts that exist in the same time and space are of no value to unrelated people like us. "Snow in front of the door" and "Frost on the tiles" may also prove from a certain aspect that "the world is not benevolent".
"Stealing the sky" is a wishful thinking for me. To do this, I must first establish a connection with "the sky". There is no meaning, and in order to get any meaning, some kind of connection must first be established.
At this moment, I am sitting in a tea shop that I often come to, looking at the two people chatting next to me. If I scold them for no reason, maybe I will establish a relationship, but I don¡¯t want to have any relationship with them. Any connection, so we have no chance in this life. Whether they live or die, to use an indecent phrase, is none of my business.
After thinking about it again, philosophy is always contradictory, and it can never last forever. After all, it might become an endless loop. I used to wonder why some people spend their entire lives studying the formula that one plus one equals two, but now I think that's idle, haha. If I have the mind to prove that one plus one equals two, I might as well prove how to rob a bank without being sentenced.
Suddenly, I felt that stealing the sky meant to me to cherish the only thing I have now. If I was killed by a car tomorrow, what else would I have?
Do you think so? Life is too suffocating, it seems that everything in this moment is not what it should be, so you try your best to change everything, and when you feel tired and unloved, you feel like this life is meaningless.
Thinking of some people who have been separated, I wish them well from the bottom of my heart, wishing them to go far away, and I plant the dream in my heart, waiting for it to take root and germinate.
Tired, coming from the void, devouring life, I also held up my worn-out fists. Scream with a throat that has already been broken: Fighting against the sky is a lot of fun!
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