A dear friend once asked me, "Who is the protagonist in your article?"
I'm speechless. Smirking his way through.
In fact, everyone in this world is their own protagonist, and they all fantasize or hope that they are also the protagonist of others. However, looking down from the clouds, the world was just chaos. It's just that the world doesn't know it.
I just closed my eyes and talked about a world under the clouds through my dreams, talking about a world under the clouds without thinking of myself, and drank too much and went crazy. Where is the protagonist? Or, whoever you like and want to be, just imagine that person as the protagonist.
In fact, the world is big even if it is said to be big, and it is small even if it is said to be small. It is just the scope of what we can see, touch and come into contact with. In this small world with only myself and a few people around me, how to achieve a relationship is an uncertain future. But in the end, there will be a difference in the outcome. The final result is three parts about oneself and seven parts about destiny.
The world is complicated, but each one is pursuing his own future. Just looking for an end in the ups and downs. Where is the protagonist?
I'm reminded of a sentence that came from an ancestor whom I admire so much that I wish I could have given birth to him for several years, carrying shoes and grinding ink for him. The use here coincides with my meaning, so I might as well quote it.
"This novel has no protagonist. The protagonist of this novel is the world."
——Victor Hugo from "Les Misérables"
This is a pit of ten thousand years, so be careful when jumping into it.