Middle-aged unemployed ___ Let go and let go

In the morning, the cat ate the meat obediently, but today it was wet and stuffy, and the rain was still lingering, like the heaviness of the menstrual period coming but not coming. I wandered around in this inner world many times, and over time it became a habit, taking everything for granted.

I often think that letting go is giving up. If there is no attachment in my heart, I will not know what to do in life. I went to another city for work last month. My boss told me that there are still many things in the world that have not been done, so I do not regret leaving and settle the institutional experience in this industry. The way, being an executive within an organization is the dumbest one." I can't agree more, it's just that stupid people can only do stupid jobs, because I don't have self-confidence, so I need this industry title to give recognition.

In the end, there is only disappointment, failure ends, loss of interpersonal relationships and health, loss of the mirage in the sandbar, and excessive blood loss.

But don't let go.

A melancholic patient, although not pursuing death, but also not pursuing survival, I have no interest in many things in this world, and I have no desire to experience or experience to choose from, but I always can't avoid what I don't want. Can't put it down, so stupid.

It's hard to go all the way, naturally. I learned Cai Kangyong's EQ approach. I was not afraid of rejection and unflattering. I pulled out the bottom line and I was able to breathe, but I couldn't stop others from invading when I approached others, because of their bottom line and confidence. Cai Kangyong said: Emotional intelligence is not always to please. When your feet are stuck in the mud, if you want to pull them out, you will inevitably splash mud. Of course, your shoes and socks will be splashed by mud, so you will need to bear a certain impact. When you can accept and act on yourself, this is your emotional intelligence. He said the first half, but forgot to tell everyone: In the next step, don't step on the mud again, otherwise you will just get more confused and chaotic, keep fighting the fire, and eventually get burned. None of us are the ones with the protagonist aura.

I didn't let go of this path, so every step was muddy, hurting myself and hurting myself. Every step and every step was bogged down in the mud, and I was stuck.

Remember to turn around and run away if you are sad.

I asked a senior with depression. He used to take medicine and was hospitalized, but now he is full of enthusiasm for life. I asked him how he was getting better, and he said that he would always avoid things that would hurt himself, and fly far away.

I asked my friends, if the relationship between people is a mouse and a cat, when you can only be a mouse, what should you do when you meet a cat? He said he turned and ran away immediately.

Remember to turn around and run away if you are sad.

Therefore, letting go of the scenery of this road and choosing another direction does not mean giving up the scenery of this road. You just change the angle. Looking from the side of the other road, you will see the big tree from a distance, and avoid the close-up view. The ugly truth. It's like seeing the bright side of everyone on social platforms, instead of trying to be the hardship and pain of those people who haven't been exposed.

Looking at it is a smile, no one cares about the scar under the clothes.

It's hard to let go because I feel like the world won't let me go, or I can't let go of myself.

In fact, for a person like me, even if I change a path, I can't change my disgusting fate. The same thing will still happen to me. I'm not stepping in the mud, I'm like the character in Hayao Miyazaki's animation "No "Face man", without his own type, without subject consciousness, he can only wear a smiling mask, while pleasing others, conjuring up what they want, people flatter on the surface to get the benefits I give, but they hate me on the inside Extremely, I am muddy myself, absorbing my own greed and turning into a filth-eating monster.

"Do you know what my favorite thing about being in an art gallery is? It's hanging my work on the display wall. After I hang it, people will come to the scene, see the work I'm hanging, and be moved."

On this road, I often forget the original intention, run the opposite way, and often think of the original intention and dedicate selflessly.

Can't let go and let go, and ended up being abandoned and exiled, those that make me suffer, make me even more sad.