As a nearly thirty-year-old "I", I feel that my world is meaningless. This state has been present for more than two years, starting from the Spring Festival of 2020, when the national epidemic began.
But perhaps out of human instinct, I am constantly saving myself.
And then continue to fall into the cycle of "boring".
I didn't have money to go to the doctor, I didn't have a partner, and I didn't have the right friends or family to talk to.
During the most serious month of my "low state", which affected my work status, my colleagues did not pretend to care about me and gave me a lot of room for tolerance. I came out on my own. One day, a colleague said something like a mantra that opened up a certain world:
"Only when people are doing creative work can they feel a sense of achievement and satisfaction."
So Jinjiang is one of the countless self-rescue methods I have tried. I don't know how long this curative effect will last.
But hope is a good thing after all, something I long for.
Intention: "Only when people are doing creative work can they have a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction." Hope is a good thing after all, and it is what I yearn for.