From flyover of meditation

Write to those who used to be alone on the overpass, lowering their heads, looking up, or thinking. Every day, when passing through the overpass, you will see different people in different places, lowering their heads, looking up, or thinking. Every time I see them, I will secretly admire them deep in my heart. I once asked myself again and again how brave it would take to stand on the overpass alone, even if I did nothing, I just stared quietly. I want to try it tonight. I want to try the feeling of standing alone and staring at the overpass, whether it will be as I firmly believe. I used to believe that walking on the overpass alone, looking down at the city, looking down at the traffic, looking down at the people who are full of wine, the inner heart must be the strength that ordinary people can’t reach. I also want to be looked up by people who pass the overpass like me when I am so strong and alive. Second, I always feel that life will give me some different feelings at some time. For example, a certain morning wind will be slightly cool: a certain afternoon sunshine will be a little warm; A certain evening sunset will be a little sad; A certain late night neon, there will be some desolation. For example, at a certain time, you will be young and pure. At a certain time, you will also be young. At a certain time, you will be more stable in adulthood and gentle in old age. For example, one day, you will sigh for the beauty and decay of a certain flower, appreciate the fragrance of a certain cup of tea, appreciate the clarity and appreciation of a certain drop of water, I will feel the warmth and serenity of a lamp. For example, some sadness in rainy weather and some brightness in sunny weather. I envy the person who writes that he does not think he is happy or sad for himself. How broad and peaceful a person needs to reach such a state. That was the indifference after the prosperity was over, just like the sea, which was calm, but at the same time, it was also the joy and melancholy of blooming flowers. Third, I often meditate when I am alone. Meditation on what life is. If life is not what you want, how to do it, whether to give up or stick to it, whether to find the key to open the dream to reality persistently, or to drift with the flow in a steady state. For those who are gazing at the overpass alone, do you like me to think quietly and over and over again without being disturbed by anyone. Those who stand alone on the overpass, do you, just like me, doubt whether what you have been insisting on is a mistake at a certain moment. Four life is like an endless railway track. At this end of the railway track, we can never see the end of the railway track and where it disappears. Just like, we know that dreams have come to our hearts, but we don’t know when they will disappear in reality. I always feel that I am a persistent child, but it is persistence that makes me feel that persistence is meaningful in this era? One day, when chatting with a friend, he said he was promoted, but he couldn’t be happy at all. Every day he was like a mountain, and he always felt that one day he could not breathe. One day, a friend complained to me. He said that he didn’t like his job all the time, but insisted on it for three years. When he couldn’t stick to it, but I don’t know what else I can do except this. Why, everyone can stick to the field he is not good at and unhappy, day after day, but don’t give himself a chance. In the field he is good at, he can stick to it happily without seeking results, don’t have rights, just for yourself. Such a simple lifestyle has a distance that so many people can never reach. I think in the dead of night, those who live very tired, ask yourself why they live so tired, or look at those on the overpass, in different places, people who lower their heads, look up, or think in different ways will tell you what they live.

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