in a flow car

Time is limited, ideas come and go.

Writing on the train to Tainan, instead of writing at the desk, feels a kind of jerky freshness. The 4-hour drive is a distance and a drift of thoughts.

Typing text on a mobile phone does not have the pleasure of typing on the keyboard, nor can I open the web page to search for inspiration, so I can only listen to what kind of voice is coming from my heart, grab a few words with my bare hands, and describe a little mist.

I like the feeling of going somewhere because my heart always wants to move forward. It seems that as long as you move forward to a new place, the problems of life will be solved.

The weather was still fine, and the line of sight was connected to the train that crossed the window, and the flickering of the train passing through was like a fleeting thought, like the scenery passing by, which could not be retained in the slightest.

Where is the heart? It's not the two thumb tips in front of the phone screen, or the gap between your words and your imagination right now.

The heart is everything.

Everything you perceive is the manifestation of the mind.

Every time I think about this sentence, I become more convinced.

However, the book at hand reads: "If all your thinking revolves around 'this is the right thing to do', you won't look at this project from any other angle."

I try to draw my own conclusions.

No matter how deep your beliefs are, you still need to constantly examine why you believe so. Like a sushi chef who has been working hard for decades, even if it is extremely sophisticated, he still has to repeatedly confirm the taste before serving it on the table.

That's why the nib keeps turning no matter what the result is. Writing itself is a dialogue of the mind.

The train announcement switched between Chinese, Taiwanese, and Hakka to announce the name of the next station. The hawker gently walked over to the passengers in a sincere voice and asked the passengers, "Do you need something to eat?" The gesture seemed to be kindness during the journey. People, or enthusiastic mountain friends in the mountains, will come up with fruit to share with you in the next moment.

The feeling never stops, and between reading and thinking on the train, does this change make the text itself more vivid? That Murakami said that it is easier to write compelling stories in a different place, and there may be some truth to it.

Between the flow of the physical and the spiritual, I walked with my shell, quietly breathing and listening, until I reached the end.