When people reach middle age, they always want to wake up, but in the end, they just open their eyes and lie down again and again, and think again and again. Recently I came across a term called bipolar disorder, which seems to fit my state very well. One moment, one loses all desire for everything and cannot feel the meaning of life. The next moment, one becomes complacent and wants to make great achievements. The comments all sympathize with such people, but I enjoy this state of affairs very much. Because the life of middle-aged people is too warm to boil a frog. If you don't torture yourself with thoughts, it will be easy to find the meaning of existence.
Purpose: Love letter