I no longer blame my sensitivity, because it can give me a unique perception.
I don't deny that sensitivity is a double emotion. I despise its ability to detect pain. I will cherish the feeling that makes me feel good about others. I can accept double blows or double happiness, which of course makes me a double personality or multiple personality? I'm not sure. It's schizophrenia in others' eyes.
It doesn't matter, I don't need to explain too much. I don't talk about myself in detail with others. Day after day, I get little from it. So much has happened that I haven't had time to introduce myself. I have been defined as a strange person.
Nothing, consciousness is also a kind of sobriety. The terrible thing is that when you are in danger, you still feel irrelevant and hang high. For the first time since I was a child, I heard that I "will beat you up sooner or later." Hey, can't you just put the gun down and let's stand together?
No, you can't. People always have to wait in line. "Get married, have children, work, buy a house, and strive for a square dance mahjong table." Or do you want to die alone? How do people die in the morning and evening? When they are born, they die alone. Why must they be born lonely? Why do they always go with the flow?
Sadness is power, don't be sad for the sake of sadness. I always believe that stress is not motivation, but sadness is. Only when you are sad enough can you break the deadlock of sadness. The silence brought by sadness is lasting. You will have your own unique thinking space, in which you are independent and sober enough to look at the current problems from a third perspective.
Sadness is strength, which taught me that I am weak and can bear the cost of being down and out. I am tangled, contradictory, impulsive, irresponsible, willful, and naturally melancholy and optimistic. Sadness gives me a comprehensive understanding of self-introduction and brings me endless self-blame.
Born a pessimist, I am not ashamed.
Natural sensitivity, no self-pity.
I feel melodramatic and unnatural.
Born with wings, why not me?
God gave me a sensitive mind, compassion and helpless pain for all beings, so what?
It's okay to be aware of your inner world. I insist on my choice. Let‘s cross the bridge when we come to it. I think that's right.
Dare to face your life instead of saying "look me in the eye". You run away again and again, comforting yourself to be rational. You are as rational as most people, but is most life your life? We often convince ourselves to let nature take its course, but we don't want to admit our incompetence because of face. You are rational and smart. You convince yourself not to be fascinated and keep a clear head so that you don't have to get involved in love and hate. Therefore, your love is not pure enough, and your hate is not cruel enough. All you get is an incomplete self. You complain that this is the normal state of society, but in fact, you have not completely taken yourself out.
It doesn't matter, so you will spend your life safely. You protect yourself, don't give completely, and you can't safely accept the strong love of others. You will also feel that the crazy family era has long passed, and the rest are just people who often calculate.
Sorrow is a wall. It's not a wound, but the best power to keep me away from the cruel world. I no longer care about others' ability to argue right and wrong. It's either black or white. What you see is me. I used to be, and I'm happy now. I still keep myself along the way. I admire myself. No one can restrain my thoughts. Even if it can touch my heart, how can it be as strong as a gust of wind and my thoughts? Here it is, tenacious and unyielding. I think I have this integrity. "What good is it for me to cut the east wind with a knife?"