The Self-Consistency of Dust

This is not a story about a comeback, a sudden fortune, or a slap in the face. This is a long journey of practice for an ordinary person to learn how to "love themselves" in a noisy world. Lin Wei, 30 years old, is an ordinary employee lost in the sea of ​​people. The first half of her life became a "report card" pieced together by other people's evaluations - her mother's eyes, colleagues' gossip, and likes in her circle of friends formed all her value coordinates. The extreme internal friction and ingratiation made her like a mote of dust blowing in the wind, never having her own direction. It wasn't until my 30th birthday that the pressure of internal and external difficulties finally broke the string. Under the reflection of her best friend Chen Xi's "another way of living", and in the silent demonstration of "living for yourself" by Uncle Zhang in the second-hand bookstore, she began a clumsy but determined "defection": the first refusal, the first time to fight for herself, the first time to pick up the forgotten brush... Growth never happens overnight. She will stay up all night after rejection, and will almost flinch before criticism. But it was this wavering and perseverance that made her gradually shift her attention away from other people's scoreboards and back to her own vivid feelings. She learns to establish boundaries, rediscovers repressed preferences, and ultimately reconciles with her mother, who is trapped in the same shackles. The end of the story does not have the aura of much attention. Lin Wei is still doing an ordinary job and living an ordinary life. But this "ordinaryness" has changed from being forced to make do with it, to the calmness and peace of mind that she actively chose and gained inner self-consistency. When the "wind" from the outside world stopped, she finally took root and grew steadily in her own world.