Maybe you can think of this book as a diary of human observations rather than "spiritual notes", or as a collection of mental illnesses in the world.
I've seen a saying before: "A life that is not scrutinized is not worth living."
For me, who has a very bad memory, if I don't record it in words, I may not be able to recall my life in the past few years. But because of these records, I have a little personal history museum.
To a certain extent, words are not the way I record life, but the way I experience life.
I reclaimed my old self.
I believe that if you observe carefully enough, you will definitely lead to the path of self-salvation. If this sounds silly, there is also a love of life in that foolishness.