210321 Diary _ "About the cultural snow shoveling that is quickly consumed in business, it has become extremely tiresome."

210321

Been staying up late lately. Retaliation for staying up late.

At one o'clock in the morning, I didn't want to sleep but I was hungry, so I wrapped my coat and went to the nearest convenience store to buy a bowl of instant noodles to eat - rinse, wait, pour the oil soup into another bowl, pour in the seasoning packet, mix the noodles ——The extraordinarily rough but quiet and stable daily life shone with an unknown joy in the night.

However, after today's meeting with a new copywriting partner, many thoughts flooded into my head, such as how many cases to give him, how much to help him, what should I keep, whether the client will be taken away... ...Thinking about it this way, I suddenly found something shocking - I really hate myself like this.

"From the beginning of taking the case, I feel that I already know how much I can make and how much I should pay, and I like this kind of thing. I think it's almost time, it's time to do something else."

"I don't care about money, he has nothing to do with my happiness. I work for a sense of accomplishment and fun."

Reminds me of the snow shoveling work mentioned by Haruki Murakami in "Dai Wu Mai". Writing words like that is shoveling snow, doing that kind of work is shoveling snow, and about the cultural snow-shoveling job that is quickly consumed in business, or something like that, it's extremely tiresome.

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"Is this the life I want?"

When I went to the convenience store again at 3 am to pick out a late-night snack, I thought about eating spicy fried chicken balls or a whole bowl of pasta, and I was thinking about the microwave on the way home.

"Is this the life I want?"

Of course not, this is actually a good question to answer.
But it brings up another deeper problem, and it is the most fundamental core problem——

"Then what kind of life do you want? Can the life you want be free of money?"
"How much do you need to do it without breaking the bank? How much are you willing to pay in exchange?"
"Are you on a whim or are you very determined?"

I am no longer the age of a child, and I can be said to be more mature and complete in dealing with people, dealing with things and thinking.

"However, in the end, how will you judge your life? With what values and meaning?"

Yes, I am the kind of stubborn person who can be regarded as a bit stupid and does not listen to persuasion, regardless of everyone or the various suggestions and plans in the book, all of them have to experience those clichés in person before they can find the answer to convince themselves. People - other people's answers, make no sense to me.

I have to put all my heart into making money, all my heart to create, all my heart to love and pain, and finally I can find my own values and methods, and identify what is really important to me. It is a very stupid approach, and because of this, it has probably suffered a lot of necessary or unnecessary harm.

I have to have it before I can pass it, I know who I am. In order for myself to pass and get to another place, I will do what I will later abandon.

We can't find meaning in life at work, and lately found love too. If you look for meaning from those places, it almost seems like an escape to me.

I think of the radio I listened to a while ago, it said that we take out many key contents of life and find the most suitable arrangement and combination, which is probably what an ideal life looks like.

- said Haruki Murakami shoveling snow

"I'm not picky about work, and I accept all the jobs that are given to me. I can sort it out before the deadline, I never complain about anything, and my words are neat. I work carefully. Where other guys will be lazy, there are also Work hard, pay low and never show unhappy face. If you call at 2:30 in the middle of the night and say that in any case, if you want to write 20 pages of 400-word manuscript paper by 6:00, you will write it properly by 5:30 Good. If you want to revise it, you can rewrite it before six o'clock. Of course, the evaluation will be good.

Like shoveling snow.

Whenever it snows, I shovel it to the side of the road efficiently.

Neither ambition nor hope. It's just a systematic and quick solution to the things that come one by one. Seriously, I wondered if this was a waste of my life. But since the pulp and ink have been wasted like this, there should be nothing to complain about even if my life is wasted, this is the conclusion I have come to. I live in a highly capitalist society. Waste is the greatest virtue here. Politicians call it the sanctification of domestic demand. I call it pointless waste. It's a difference of thought. But even if we think differently, that's the society we live in. "