Mixing Is a Daily Practice in Chengdu

I have tried chewing the cold wind in Harbin at minus 20 degrees, and I have also tried staying up until the early morning in a high-rise building in Baidu to watch the neon lights flash. I drank piping hot spicy soup in the old streets of Xi'an, and was overwhelmed by overtime work in a steamer in Hangzhou. The night in Changsha, the teahouses in Chengdu, the subway entrances in Shanghai... Everywhere, I have left footprints and question marks in my heart. Others change cities for a higher salary, but I changed cities to prove that life is not just one track. I have run a small business alone, and I have also worked on KPIs in large companies. I have tried dimensionality reduction, but I also felt itchy due to the slow pace. It turns out that, no matter how fast or slow, someone is trapped inside - and I don't want to be trapped. So I returned to Chengdu, not because it was the best, but because it suited me best: diverse, relaxed, cost-effective, and I didn't have to prove myself or race against anyone. Some people say I'm just messing around. Then just mix it up. Mixing is not giving up, but deleting all unnecessary desires and unnecessary battlefields, leaving only the way of life you want. I don't grab, roll, or hoard. I live my life like a cup of tea that lasts all day long.