You Have to Make Peace with Yourself

Just because I know the meaning of life is to disobey, it doesn't matter if there are few people watching. I also always remember the original intention of writing this book. I want to record myself and keep growing. Maybe one day I will suddenly reconcile with myself. This is a great blessing for me. It is not as light as a feather, but heavier than Mount Tai. The final result is not important to me. As more and more people read it, I am not happy, but feel lucky. Because I found you who can collide with my soul. We are ordinary but extraordinary, ordinary but extraordinary. No one can define what we should be. We should grow and run freely in a place where the sun is thousands of miles away. Throw those fixed things far away. We should just give them the middle finger and say, "Fuck you." "You don't have to worry about everything about me, because it's not for you." I love everything about me. I want to live for myself.