Those who understand will understand, and those who don't may be out of sync.
We post status photos to tell no one what I've eaten or what I've done, with whom I've been, but rather one day truly getting old, pushing a stool around aimlessly basking in the sun when there's nothing to do, to be able to take out one's habitual diary and reminisce about the years and months, and the youthful moments with friends, one's youthful appearance… to prove that this world I've been through, and that I've lived a life that's both real and brilliant.
I've gradually become accustomed to not explaining things, and many emotions cannot be shared. It's better to self-digest. Those who understand will understand, and those who don't understand may have a time difference. Some stories can only be told to those who understand. When I was young, when those long afternoons were full of sunshine, I was doing nothing and had no fear, simply because I knew that there was a permanent waiting in my life. Setbacks will come and go, tears will fall and be concealed, there's nothing to discourage me, because I have a long life, and you, you will surely come.
Mediocrity dries up the stream of the soul; art, even in its darkest hour, keeps a little spark alive. People would rather pay attention to a mediocre film actor's diet, sleep, and trivial matters than understand a person's tumultuous inner world. Everything we hear is a viewpoint, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.
The wind can blow up a huge white sheet of paper, but it cannot blow away a butterfly, because the power of life lies in non-compliance. There's actually no such thing as a cold person; it's just that some people's warmth isn't for you. When I was young, I liked 'take me away' three words so much. Now I will never let anyone take me away. I've learned to walk on my own.
The closer you are to someone, the less you know where the bottom line is. We've recklessly opened fire jokes, revealing the deepest wounds, thinking this is evidence of true love, but emotions also need an account and a balance. The difference is that when the balance runs out, it doesn't mean a new beginning, but an eternal end.
Time decides who you'll meet in your life, your heart decides who you want to see in your life, and your actions determine who will ultimately remain in your memory. Silence is a language for you, it speaks of the countless thousands in your heart. Feeling is like a chat between hearts, it's exchanging a drop of a drop about me and you. Lost in the waves of the world, I'm depicting a beautiful meeting. Carrying a mission, I'm fabricating your beautiful, charming smile.
All wandering lives dream of peace, childhood, and hibiscus flowers, just as all peaceful lives fantasize about vodka, bands, and decadent life. Time is like this, wandering in it feels slow, when you look back, it's a snap of the fingers. The internet is another world. Souls can wander, thoughts can expand certain hallucinations; reality is a day and a night, with clear smiles, and tangible sorrows; the virtual world sometimes resembles a blank sheet of paper, never touching it can keep it pure. Life sometimes feels like the feeling of applying makeup—perfect beneath the veneer.
I've met so many people, but why you, who seems to be the most appropriate passerby, occupies such an important position in my heart. The real warrior, loves to eat, and stays up late when tired, loves to chase stars, is also obsessed with ugliness. Those who understand self-deprecating humor are very smart people. They use self-deprecation to protect themselves. No one really wants to admit that they are not as good as others, so there's a kind of cunning—using all kinds of extreme praise to make someone an enemy. Success in life isn't about being seen when you're successful; it's about whether others will remember you when you leave.
No matter how many quarrels you have, how many hurtful words you say, in the end, you will reconcile because you can't bear to lose her. Getting it back and losing it is always more painful than never having it. There's actually no 'coldness'—the person who is silent in front of you may turn into a chatterbox when facing someone else. People can switch between 'coldness' and 'bubbly' seamlessly without effort. The difference is who you're facing. 'Coldness' is just a prelude to not opening your heart.
I wish you would learn to play the game, and I wish you could get used to things passing away. After all, not everyone is as innocent as you are and easy to fall in love with. While you're young, you need to experience more hardships before you can truly be respectful. Otherwise, your self-righteousness and contempt for everything will ultimately ruin you.
I am plump, grateful for life, and willing to share happiness! Carefully answer every question, make sincere friends, thank you for reading, please agree to forward and like, thank you for paying attention to the headline number: plump's love!
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