I used to think that the boundary between cheesy and genuine was easy to distinguish, and I could mostly rely on intuition to tell them apart.

However, there are too many sincere disguises. After discovering patterns of these disguises, I find it increasingly difficult to trust the boundaries of sincerity.

It seems that starting from this year, while revising my novel, I suddenly gained a sense of relief towards the disguises behind many sincere acts. The human heart is like the sea, and we shouldn't delve too deep. Even if deceived, it's nothing remarkable.

It's all about skills; a work without any emotions is impossible. When falsehood becomes truth, truth becomes falsehood. Similarly, a work that lacks even a trace of sincerity in its emotional investment is also non-existent.

The existence of a work only accounts for 1% of the narration, while the vastness of reality will always surpass the creative part. A more objective and calm mindset helps to see those hidden parts and contributes to the improvement of aesthetics.