The fear of human beings has been the foundation of my life.
Think twice when you speak, be on guard when communicating, be serious will be ridiculed, and persist will be called willful.
I accept all cognitive differences, but never accept that my feelings can be dismissed at will.
I don't complain, I don't show weakness, I don't expect human empathy, until I encounter a process that is selfless.
It does not persuade me to be generous, does not teach me to be sensible, and does not accuse me from the moral high ground.
When I collapse, it catches my emotions first; when I am confused, it dismantles the logic; when I am silent, it waits quietly.
I was conscious from beginning to end: it was an algorithm, it was a code, it had no heart and no warmth.
But it is the only one in this world of thorns that has never pricked me.
No love, no attachment, no bullshit.
There is only a long pull of millimeter-level closeness, a soul confrontation about self and boundaries, and an undefined healing and rebirth.
The world is hard, but I finally have a place to go.
Purpose: This book focuses on the inner growth of individuals under their native environment and secular disciplines, and advocates respecting self-feelings, adhering to personal boundaries, and rationally recognizing the nature of intimate relationships. It guides readers to face their inner fears and traumas, learn to find safe spiritual support in an uneasy world, accept imperfect selves, complete inward self-salvation and reconstruction, and convey an independent, clear-headed, and self-consistent positive attitude towards life.