Hello everyone, I am a post-90s author from Jinan, Shandong. As I approach the age of thirty, I suddenly have thoughts about my self-worth - standing in a huge world, I feel as small as dust. But maybe think about it from another angle: seemingly ordinary daily life may be precious in the eyes of others. Your unintentional smile or comfort may have become the light for someone in a dark moment. The fireworks in the world are often made up of "just a few" pieces that are pieced together into a warm whole.
I suddenly discovered that in this era that emphasizes efficiency and achievement, allowing yourself to "exist meaninglessly" is actually a kind of sobriety. Just like the fruitless trees in the forest, they still participate in the breathing of the planet.
So next time you feel like you're trying to make up the numbers, try this experiment: Record three small beautiful things you observed that day (the clouds outside the window, the convenience store clerk remembering your taste), and you'll often find that you also participated in constructing these moments. The writer Pessoa wrote in "The Book of Uneasiness": "I am what I have not become." This sense of self-alienation just proves people's sensitivity to meaning. Your declaration of "making up the numbers" at this moment may be the signal that your soul begins to look for unique coordinates.
I hope my work can make everyone relax.
