Essay | The Dark Side

Everyone has a dark side, just like the moon.

Maybe it's because I'm used to putting away my emotions in front of people. The power of silence is reassuring. My friends will always mention their dark side to me without knowing it. I know they don't need comfort, they just want to find a tree hole. Confessing, only the person concerned can experience the taste of the heart, so listening becomes the best answer.

I should be very lucky. Along the way, although it is not worry-free, it has not experienced too many setbacks that are enough to collapse. Most of the melancholy comes from the pursuit of life in the heart, rather than the shackles or shackles that others impose on oneself. The natural pessimism makes my pupils darker than others, and the ugly thoughts that occasionally surface in the depths of my heart often make my heart palpitate and feel melancholy. Just like there is no absolute light in the world, it is always there, and when the ink in my heart has the upper hand, It will be like a beast coming out.

Maybe I can't feel the heart-piercing pain, but compared to the sad and depressed self in the past, I began to learn to accept the brand that burned on my body, and learned to chew all the cold winter leaves. The snow crystals that fall down, and then spit out become a splendid beauty in the text. Although it can't comfort people and sorrows, it can at least temporarily forget the stumbling and stumbling in life.

I am trying to be a gentle and strong person.

When you are in pain, imagine yourself as an ocean! Let yourself become an ocean, imagine those salty and bitter tears melting into the arms of the waves little by little; imagine those jagged memories being rolled into the blue sea bottom, rubbing into full and round pebbles, starting rough and warm. When you want to curl up, put some gray and pour it into the ocean in your heart, and the ripples will prove that you are still alive.