The Prince of Depression

When I was about 17 or 18 years old, I felt that life was boring. In the following twenty years of running around trying to survive, this feeling became more and more intense. I don't blame my increasing age and the life around me for losing all enthusiasm and hope, and I don't fall into the useless questioning of the so-called "meaning of life" that the world often talks about. But in the future life, I found that the more you want to get rid of this boring and aloof life, the more reality will force you to become an ignorant vulgar person. You will live a mediocre and painful life, study wisely, work smoothly at work, talk about marriage, have children for generations, and finally go to the grave to seek peace... Such a person is boring to the core, and such a life is extremely sad. But I couldn't find another way to live, so I slowly put my head away, curled up, and lived a mediocre life with my head down. Then one day I read this sentence in a book: [Recalling the past life is tantamount to living again] So I decided to recall the past to temporarily avoid reality. The funny and noble past before the age of eighteen came to me like the afterglow of the sunset. Looking at the appearance in the memory, I was both ashamed and happy - but I knew that I was living a second time.