The past two days have been bogged down in a tedious processing flow. Several things are stuck at critical junctures, so the mood hasn't been too pretty lately.
I feel back in the familiar anxiety. Upon closer inspection, it had that flavor.
So I took advantage of the freedom of the toilet to carefully read through the groovy Freedom to Buy Books. A burst of sourness and emotion.
I was able to find a lot of ****ing in the text. For example, I was once so shy that I could only buy pirated books, and then I slowly realized the freedom to buy books and started to buy genuine ones to pay off my debts. For example, the entanglement between the freedom to buy books and the inner desire, in turn, may encourage vindictive consumption, until the book is no longer so fine to buy, read the book is not as much as before.
This spiritual ****ing reached in just a few minutes in the restroom came at a perfect time for me. On second thought, it's that flavor.
We all need spiritual ****talk too much. Otherwise, the lonely souls of lonely humans don't know how to rest alone.
I have written about books and bookstores before, and indeed have treasured them as unique hobbies within. I have always firmly believed that people should be grateful to have such a hobby, because it will stay with them for life.
The word "life-long" is not so far-fetched. Time passes like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, you are at that age.
When we are old, wrinkles must have climbed all over our cheeks. At that moment, what else can we do?
If it's hard to imagine, take a look at our family members.
For example, my mother. Retirement was a real adjustment for her in the first few years. It was hard to accept the fact of retirement, she began a standard home woman's life: grocery shopping, cooking, lunch breaks, supermarkets, laundry, cleaning, square dancing. The cycle repeats itself.
The younger generation, by nature, is not qualified to evaluate the lifestyle of the elders. Especially not in a position to judge the happiness or otherwise of others by their own preferences.
But the good news is that we can still imagine. Imagine if we ourselves, decades from now, are living this kind of life, are we willing, are we reluctant, are we unfulfilled?
I believe that at this moment, we will say: No, I do not want to live this life.
But what kind of hobbies do we have at this moment in time that we can live with for the rest of our lives, that we can relate to in the future when we are old?
So I thought about myself.
It is true that when I reached the age of retirement, the matter of kicking a soccer ball is almost irrelevant to me, and I went to the stadium when I had an itch to go for a walk, and saw the hot-blooded teenagers running around unstintingly. Then the seventy-year-old me just sat there, looking deep into the eyes, full of their own ten twenty appearance.
Camera I do not know if I can still carry, if it is really not far away, then sit in the yard to shoot the birds in the branches of the trees is also a different experience.
If you are so old that you can't even carry a camera, then traveling is probably a good idea. So I am particularly envious of my aunt and uncle who run all over the world, they said, while still able to run, first to the farther abroad to finish; wait until the body is a little worse, and then closer to the domestic. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
When kicking a soccer ball, photography and traveling are not working, that's okay. Because there are still books. By that time, what QQ space, blogs, microblogs, public numbers, self-media, it is estimated that all rest. But the only thing that is certain is that books are eternal. So if reading is our hobby, then how lucky we should be.
Stones are also a must. But if you are too old to do all the things above, the stones must not be able to hold them. But looking for stones to hold stones to collect stones, is a young thing. The old are old, only left to appreciate. While admiring, while recalling said: grandson you see, this is your grandfather I moved back in the Yellow River!
Thinking about it, hobbies are not much. Or rather, there are not many hobbies that you can stick to until you grow old and live with for the rest of your life. Besides, many hobbies may slowly fade away in our memories.
So I thought I'd add a few more hobbies to counteract the pain of some of them fading away.
It's like when you buy Guizhou Maotai, and then you want to see Ningde Times. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
I don't know if I'll buy a mountain bike, but I'm going to buy an acoustic guitar first.
This idea has been around for more than a day or two. The thing about not knowing how to play the guitar is sometimes strange even to me. I like to listen, I like to watch, I like to chase, but I never try it myself.
Recently, this idea has been stronger, and it probably matches my recent mood.
I hope that in the age of realizing the freedom to buy books, I can add one more guitar to the small study, and keep each other company in this moment.
We are getting older every day. Try to spend more time with your family and more hobbies at this moment in age.
When the wrinkles really can not hide the time, we still have memories, and themselves.