Swim till the sea turns blue

adulting is a day with little wind.

Striving to be an adult is like working in a field in the hot summer: with your back to the sun, the sweat drips into the soil, evaporates quickly, and disappears. The heat was driving me dizzy, and I began to wonder, would there really be a time when the grapes would finally be ripe?

In American life, I am my right-hand man, and every detail in life needs to be driven by myself. Just thinking about the social-sleep-career triangle keeps me going. Even if you cry today because of a bad test, you have to quickly clear up your mood before the next ddl. When to pay electricity and water bills, when to get your car repaired, when to meet friends... Every day when you open your eyes, you are faced with countless decisions, big and small. Between the few bright moments, it turns out that the waiting and repetition of growing up is so inhumane, it is the slow polishing inside the trivial.

A few days ago, because of the pressure of the exam, I drove more than half an hour to buy an ice cream. I finally bought it. It is a combination of lavender and berry, but after I tasted it, I felt dull. But it’s not unpalatable. I always think that the most delicious ice cream is the one I didn’t have enough pocket money to buy when I was a child during the summer cicadas.

As I was thinking about the past, the scoop of ice cream began to melt in the paper cup due to body heat. Only then did I realize that if I change the angle, the ice cream in front of me can also be delicious. A few hours before the exam, it is a kind of romance that is limited to the college period, to drive to visit the store and reserve time to satisfy one's appetite.

I am changing it recently. The Buddhist scriptures always say that life is an illusion, so people don't have to be trapped by the uncertainties in life. I began to consciously add a soft filter to my life, reminding myself to remember what it feels like to be happy when I feel happy. Try not to think of life as an endless race, a never-ending toil, or the upper trapezius often aches from not being able to breathe. Even if there are no traces of sweat left on the ground, there is always something worth popping champagne to celebrate in the midst of the green summer. To have joy in your heart, you don't have to wait until the grapes are ripe.