We have all been hurt, but we have a better life.

We have all been hurt, but we have a better life.

In the process of growing up, we were all injured, but fortunately we all survived. The pace may be difficult, it may be heavy, or it may be that we don't want to come over and turn around and have a look. But fortunately, we came here.

0 1 People always learn to go through the fog and grow up alone.

I remember Le Nado in Let's Go Together. He ran on the grassland to finish a task assigned by the village chief, and he met a handful of shit on the way. He said calmly, "Here is a handful of shit, cross it." You see, a child is faced with unpleasant things, and everyone knows to move on. What reason do we have to struggle there?

Every infiltration of the world is bought with disappointment, but we never know that solitude never makes people feel lonely, and socialization is possible.

I have a friend, her name is Doudou. Because of her round face, lovely face and good personality, everyone called her Doudou, but this lovely and good personality Doudou encountered cold violence. Just because the teacher asked Doudou to write an article and hand it in. They didn't write, saying that Doudou loves acting, and they wondered why they didn't remind him.

During that time, everyone ignored her. She doesn't know why. Suddenly, she began to reflect on whether she was not doing well enough. She thinks it may not be her problem to ignore her alone. But everyone ignored her, so she had to find the reason on herself. I don't know why after thinking about it. She took the initiative to ask, but they still said coldly, nothing! Just in a bad mood.

She said that I was never afraid of loneliness, just afraid of everyone's carnival. I was inexplicably sad at that time.

They don't know that cold violence will bite, bite hard, and make people in self-doubt and self-denial. But some people think this is a very' elegant' way of quarreling.

Doudou can't sleep every night. He cried in the middle of the night, fell asleep in a daze, and was awakened by cold tears on his pillow in the middle of the night. He patted his face and said it didn't matter. Try to be competitive. I stopped crying when I finished crying, but the tears seemed unstoppable. She also said wryly: "As they say, when I was a child, my pillow was full of saliva;" When I grow up, my pillow is full of tears. "

Is it ridiculous to say that our eyes are big? Big enough to hold mountains and rivers, but sometimes our eyes are too small to hold two drops of fatigue.

"Whose problem is this?" "What did I do wrong?" Has been hovering in her mind, tormenting her painfully. She told me that she seems to have neurosis now, and all this is my problem and my fault; She seems to have personality disorder again. None of this is my problem, nor is it my fault. In this way, I looked at her once lively and cheerful and became sensitive and cautious.

I said, why don't you take the initiative to say it and communicate well. Maybe it's not that serious. Just say it. She looked at me, her misty eyes looked at me like a mist. "I am tired. This is not the first time. I don't want to ask why. I don't want to ask what I did wrong. I don't want to lose my self-esteem. "

I don't want to take the initiative, because there is no one behind. Maybe you think it's not difficult to be nice, because there are people behind you. Even if you refuse, you will be said to be generous and tolerant, and my initiative will only be said to be humble.

Everything will pass.

Many years later, I met her at a class reunion and saw her talking and laughing with those who were cold and violent to her. We met and talked. How are you doing? She smiled and told me that she was fine. I looked at her and smiled, and I knew she was really nice. She said that at that time, I was stubbornly stuck at a fixed point, with no rotating point, and my mind was full of why they did this to me. What did I do wrong? It never occurred to me that we might not come from the same world.

I am afraid of loneliness, and I am eager to squeeze into a world that doesn't belong to me. In the end, I wronged myself and embarrassed others. She smiled with relief. Now I can talk and laugh freely with different types of people, wander in different interpersonal relationships, but never dare to hand over my sincerity again.

I asked her, didn't you forgive them?

Forgive? She smiled and shook her head at me. She said firmly to me, "I am strong now."

Miyazaki Hayao said in The Valley of the Wind: "Being strong is not to leave a tear in the face of sadness, but to face the future life with a smile after drying the tears."

You are unhappy because you can't let go.

Faced with how to deal with sadness, most people will choose to run. I have asked many people why they choose to run. There are many reasons, two of which impressed me deeply.

One is that she said in a joking tone that there is too much H2O in my body and I need to get rid of it. But I don't want to get it out of my eyes, I can only get it out of sweat. The other said that I can't control the coming bad things, and I can't lead the results to the good side. All I can do is accept them in a way that is not embarrassing.

It's better to put it down publicly than to torture yourself. We have all been hurt, but we have a better life. Yes, the injuries we have suffered have become paving bricks for our future life. Zhang Zeng said: "Jianghu is not a fight, but an accident. It is enough to deal with them. It is absolutely impossible to understand it all. " It's not sad to be hurt. Sadly, we don't have the courage to experience it.

Facing the past, let go of the feelings you can't let go, turn over a page and write down another page. I hope the book Life is full of your happiness, but I hope your book is blank. After all, the greatest happiness is knowing nothing.