I grew up in a small fifth-tier city, burdened by the shackles of an NPD family.
I was used to pleasing everyone and putting other people’s feelings first, but my wholehearted devotion was repeatedly crushed by friendship and marriage.
After enduring endless depletion and betrayal, I chose to forgive myself, accept that I was done trying, and cast off the ties and shackles of the world. In this bustling fifth-tier city, I cultivated the path of ruthless detachment and guarded my own peace.
People around me always put their faith in feng shui and divination, believing that all kinds of secret arts could turn their lives around. But I often wondered to myself: I had never mastered any mysterious techniques, had no expert to guide me, and had never made plans to change my fate. I had only a little clarity, and kept setting boundaries and gritting my teeth as I walked away. Step by step, I rewrote a fate that had seemed destined to leave me mired in the mud.
The things outside ourselves are, in the end, only points of reference.
What truly saves us has never been metaphysics, but the unwillingness of the human heart to compromise, and the resolve to cut our losses in time.
If someone refuses to wake up, no matter how auspicious the divination or how perfect the layout of their home, nothing can pull them out of the prison of their emotions.
