Why is it so difficult for people in this life?

When will it end? The feeling of darkness is overwhelming. You can't stand out, you don't have a skill. I don't know when I can set up a stall, and I can't do the work of Lunar New Year. Daily work is too tiring for me. Brushing articles and videos to see that the epidemic is getting closer and closer to us is a blow to us. I have a fixed debt to pay every month, which is unbearable. There's nothing I can do. The original quality guarantee of the stall should be. I was also informed that I had paid the money, but the next day I was told that the funds were insufficient and I would pay it back next month. The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, which is really a very painful thing. When you can eat hard enough, you have no choice.

Sometimes I always comfort myself that life is only a hundred years. A hundred years later, it disappeared. Nobody remembers who you are. People are actually insignificant. Research shows that ordinary people will be forgotten 50 years after their death, as if they had never been to this world. The time is enlarged a little. After a hundred years, they will return to the dust and return to the earth. Except for celebrities, you will feel like you've never been here.

? Even if you are tired of living, you are afraid of death. This may just be muddling along and letting nature take its course. Someone once asked me, "Do you believe in life?" Of course I don't believe in atheists, but time and experience have made me seem to really believe, and my heart is not satisfied. Who can do the opposite? Not as smart as my brain. The comedian Shenlong Xiao said in the sketch that "life is killed with a stick, and the money earned is behind." It's no use having more zeros in the back. Many people question what people live for, and I have asked myself the same question. I used to think that living is to earn money, get married and have children, and live a simple and happy life. Now I think to live is to live, just to live. Some people's lives are full of stories, some people's lives are running for love, but I think my life is a joke.

I don't know when I started, but I found that my introversion is terrible now, and I even have social phobia. Maybe it's because debt has made me lose my confidence, and I don't know when it started to become like this. I only talk about Nuo Nuo, but I don't know how to express my thoughts. When I really expressed it, it was not quite what I expected, and a special hobby had been formed behind it. I like sitting outside or by the window, watching people and someone. Observing his (her) clothes and behavior to imagine his (her) life, his (her) face, his (her) behavior, his (her) clothes and his (her) aura can really simply understand a person's personality and happiness, which I discovered by accident, because some friends with similar personalities in life have similar clothing styles. My friend said that I have mild depression and anxiety, and suggested that I go and have a look. Maybe I really need to see it, and I feel more and more autistic.

All the losses will come back in another way, so when it comes to letting bygones be bygones, I prefer to let bygones be bygones. I have been in this world for half my life, and the truest sentence is: everything will pass, don't worry, no one will leave this world alive, we should let go of ourselves and don't haggle with ourselves. In this smoky day, we can't be too kind. Don't be too hard on yourself … Some people just appear to give us a lesson, give us a lesson … People and things that make you collapse are also giving you a chance to rebuild yourself … Don't lose heart, have further joy …