There are always a few moments when you want to love the world again.

I suddenly want to love the world again.

1. I saw a sentence on the internet the other day: life is inherently painful. The friends we meet, the food we eat and the love we harvest are all painkillers for life. It seems that this is true.

2. I always feel inexplicably depressed at a certain moment, feeling that life is boring and living is boring. I always think over the meaning of life at some point, and we will die eventually. Isn't that life a futile nothingness? Even sometimes, I hate the world, people's ulterior motives, materialistic desires and complicated social rules.

3. We live in endless desires, we keep up with the joneses, we are anxious, there are always people who are glamorous, free and happy, and there are always people who are mired in the quagmire and confused and helpless. I stumbled and struggled repeatedly in depression and self-healing, and I couldn't find a way out.

But one day, a good friend suddenly gave me a bunch of white roses. She said, I hope my life will be romantic forever. Another good friend sent me a message, she said, I miss you so much, I hope you are by my side. Mom called me and asked me, how are you recently? Tell me to eat well and stay up less.

The boy I love holds me tightly in his arms, touches my head and says, "I must love you more than you think." I suddenly want to love the world again. I love this gloomy world, but it's worth living. You see, there are always moments and people who can make you miss this broken world again and again!