Hey, the Self That Hasn't Completely Suffocated Yet

How does one learn to "live"? "Why live" - ​​that is a philosophical question that I cannot answer. "How to live well" - that is a question of success, and I can't answer it. My ability can only answer - when a person has lost all reasons to live, how can he continue to breathe day by day without answers. In the end, everything became clear - life does not need meaning. Living itself is meaning. Like a tree, it doesn't ask why it's standing here. It just stands, sprouts, drops leaves, sprouts again. The final chapter of life is a journey. Driving a dilapidated car through dozens of cities, from Tengchong to Heihe, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, through sunny, rainy, snowy and gloomy days, at the end is the world... Passing by happiness, also passing by pain. Spending so much time and energy, going through so many twists and turns, just to find myself... This novel is not for those who have already figured it out. It is written for those who are still struggling, still doubting, and still waiting for dawn with their eyes open at three in the morning. It doesn't need to save anyone. It just needs to let those people know: you are not alone. That's enough. (I don't know when I will be able to end it myself, maybe whatever I want.)