About two years ago, a friend asked me,
If there was an afterlife, what would you like to be?
I replied at that time: As long as you don't behave like a human being, anything will do.
She was silent for a long time and said to me: "But if we don't behave, we may not be able to meet again."
I comforted her and said, "Oh, it's okay. No matter what I become, I can still find you!"
Now I want to be a wind that can easily blow to the people I want to see. It has no defined shape and is not bound by time. It is always gentle and free. When I am happy, I can be a brisk wind, when I am angry, I can be a strong wind, and when I am sad, I can be a subtle wind...
Occasionally be a kind wind, hug the sad people, wipe the tears of the sensitive and crying people, blow the annoying bad people to the branches of the trees...
How wonderful it would be if I really were the wind...
Demining:
Write whatever comes to mind, which may be a bit nonsense. Not only will it record happy moments, but it will also record broken emotions. It may be more of a memoir mode, because I often recall something a long time ago because of one thing. The eight hundred emotions a day may be talking about me.
I want to try to slowly untie some knots in my memory through words, of course, if I can untie them.
Growth is probably about slowly repairing yourself with tears after being broken again and again, I think. I hope we are all brave enough to bravely declare war on this hard but impossible life.
If you are too tired, stop and take a rest, and then smile while the wind hugs you.
Intention: I know that it is difficult for people who have been drowned in darkness for a long time to catch the light. If you still can't catch the light after trying, then be like me and always remember the moment when the light shines.