The world is a huge cage, and we are as fragile and small as dust. This can only be understood in an instant when we open the north window late at night and the cold wind blows in our face. The street lights in the night shine with warm yellow light, the cars whizzing by are running anxiously, and the man in the kitchen of the building opposite lights a cigarette. Only then do you realize that in this city full of strife, we are all just ordinary people doing nothing.
And I am actually one of the lucky ones. The purple cloud brings me dreamlike beauty, and also wakes me up at critical moments. It is like a light that guides the road, leading me, a lost fool. So unknowingly, there was a little more expectation in the days, longing for everything I wanted, and a little bit of necessary hardship.
You don't know, and you don't need to know, that in such expectation and suffering, you have transformed into a stronger self.
It turns out that the world is not only black and white, but also purple clouds.
Intention: Transformation and growth