I was in great pain as I wrote this article and fell into self-doubt many times. Because I feel that the people and stories I write seem to be unacceptable to the world, and they seem destined to be reviled and called disgusting. But it's not. All emotions in the world are equal. They are respect, love, equality, and care. They are all the beautiful words that come to mind when you think of the word love. Rather than gender, age, identity, status. You can say you think it's wrong, but you can't call it a sin. The mainstream correctly cultivates people who are suitable for the world, but not the people I write about.
Maybe my details come from my own life. Many times I feel as if they are living next to me, breathing the same air as me, and passing me by. I think they are like living in my parallel world. They never know me, but that doesn't affect my love for them and respect for them. Just like respecting the friends around you. It's just that I know their fate and every moment of joy and anger. I am just a narrator, it does not represent me, nor does it influence them. Accept all points of view, but will not give up protecting them, and myself, based on any comments.
I can continue to maintain my unfounded weakness and envy their courage to move forward. But that doesn't stop me from being a warrior in my own life.
Purpose: Cherish the present moment and cherish the people around you