Friends on WeChat are gradually decreasing, while friends on Instagram are increasing.
Occasionally browsing through friends' moments, it all feels melancholic.
The girls who used to be so pretty have all turned into unfamiliar faces.
The boys and girls I knew during puberty have all started dressing up and putting on makeup.
The days gone by are increasing, and the days ahead are still long.
The six-year-old, sixteen-year-old and twenty-six-year-old me have gradually walked towards the other shore.
The fog of the world gradually dissipates, and this Theseus has become myself.
Perhaps looking back on the times when I was in the fog, I feel increasingly unfamiliar with my current self, or rather familiar with my past self.
The interesting thing is that every time we feel like we've reached the milestone we wanted to reach, we find out that it's completely different from what we originally imagined. The signposts were not signposts after all, they pointed to the sky, to the past, and the only thing they did not point to was the direction.
At this time, everyone, everyone, will go and do, and the only thing they can do is convince themselves that the choice they made is the best, and attribute it to luck.
The path taken has become blurred, and the winding paths among the trees lead to perilous cliffs. The mountain is high, the wind is cold, the moon is dark, and the stars are sparse. One must turn into a tiger and pounce on oneself.
The process of adding complexity to a simple drawn world is probably the process of becoming a person with written significance.
Vitality gradually weakens, becoming gentle, replaced by the ability to live in multiple worlds.
In this process, if you don't become someone like KFC, internationalized, standardized, and flourishing and declining like the grass, then you will definitely become something else complex, with multiple facets.
The meaning of complexity lies in the expansion of understanding, just as for those who know the stave, notes can be translated into musical phrases in the mind, while those who don't know the stave can only see a bunch of jumbled symbols. Likewise, those who cannot hear music will think that those who dance are all crazy.
The further away the old days, the more one can understand the freshness of the old days, the details corroborate each other, verify each other, becoming a knowledge in the subconscious, these knowledge are the ruler for everything else, right and wrong come from here.
This ruler is something no amount of books can deceive, no amount of years can alter.
Repeating others' words many times may be a cliche, but who can avoid the similar sources of inspiration in similar lives?
Six years old passed, I miss my childhood friends, sixteen years old passed, I miss the people I met. I don't want to disturb your lives, but I hope everything goes smoothly for you.