While living in a bustling city, my heart longs for poetry and the distance.

Living in a bustling city, my heart yearns for poetry and the distance.

Some people may think that this is such a poetic thing, like self-reflection and literature that emerge from the silt but remain unstained.

In this materialistic world, it is the only piece of pure land where we can hide and quiet down.

This is more like those words that make countless people dream: When I am gone, I will worry about you, and I will live in seclusion from now on. The thatched cottage in the mountains is home, but the prosperity of the world is gone.

How much I want to be in a small bridge and flowing water, cooking tea and burning incense, leaning against the window and listening to the rain...

But anyone who really has this kind of feeling knows that this strong desire It is in conflict with real life, colliding day by day. Instead of poetry and picturesqueness, it is firewood, rice, oil and salt, and what sustains life is not dreams but money. The simple person you want to have is a complex and hypocritical face.

Now, you, with your poetic spirit, are increasingly out of tune with the world. You become an alien in the eyes of everyone, even a stupid freak, because you cannot integrate into interpersonal gatherings of tobacco, alcohol and masks. Because you are too immersed in your own world, you end up at the bottom of the food chain.

You feel indignant, painful, desperate, and aggrieved by all the frictions and conflicts that occur in your life and work. Their pain will even be magnified countless times invisibly...

Why, because your poems and the distance are so beautiful.

It’s so beautiful that it starts to make you feel like the world is abominable.

How many women who are stuck between family and work hope to become a monk without worries.

But when will we be free from worries?

Your parents, your lover, your children, your friends...

In all of them, there is always at least one person that you can't let go of.

So, the pain continues and the confusion continues.

However, life is so short and life is so long. Amidst the inability to let go and worry and regret, is there a way that can allow us to truly live?

A spring that is pressed to the bottom will always jump higher.

If you feel pain, don’t be afraid, it’s climbing up!

My favorite Miss A once said that your lack of desire is actually giving your interests to others.

This sentence woke me up.

When you are at the bottom, you can be stepped on by others, but when you are at the top, you can at least be guaranteed that others cannot step on you.

Just like leaves shining in the sun, each of us has our own unique points and abilities, so why can’t we give ourselves the best version of ourselves during our lifetime and in our current life?

Give up complaining, throw away self-love, shield the hypocritical face, open your eyes, and take a look again at the confidant, the lover beside your pillow, or the only one who accompanies you. The children in your arms...

They are not our burden, nor are they the only motivation for our lives. The motivation is ourselves!

We only live once!

And they make our lives complete.

In the distance, we don’t have to give up everything and go to a foreign country. In the present, we can also build a distance of our own, and in this distance, we can have tea, rice, oil, salt, and the world. The laughter...