When you wake up every day, the first thing you do is touch the picture frame on your bedside table. The person in the photo is smiling, you remember that face, you remember that smile.
But have you ever wondered why you never remember how you got that photo?
You talk to the mirror every day, and the person in the mirror will talk to you. Are you sure that's you talking?
Have you noticed recently that some of the streets you have walked on are so familiar to you that you feel like crying even though it is your first time?
Last question:
If the person you talk to every day doesn't actually exist at all——
Who is that person who sits across from you every day, nodding, smiling, and saying "I'm listening"?
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In fact, the person in the photo is yourself.
The person in the mirror is also you.
You are constantly talking to your "yesterday self."
And the reason why you feel those street corners are familiar is because you repeat the same road and go to the same place every day——
Go to the grave of someone who no longer exists.
You are not waiting for someone to come back.
You dare not admit that you have left "yourself" there.
Intention: You think you are waiting for someone to come back, but in fact you are waiting for yourself to let yourself go.
