We are destined to be merely friends who may drift apart after a few years, silent once more.

My role is nothing but a stranger in your life. A polite greeting and then silently departing. I should not hold any fantasies for someone already lost. If we meet again, it means our缘分is not yet exhausted; otherwise, it is a tragic story.

I will not abandon everything because of love, but I would love someone who possesses nothing. I will not do foolish things out of affection, but I would like someone who does foolish things out of love.

Beautiful things eventually fade away; instead of mournfully watching them perish, it is better to choose to give up from the beginning, for I cannot endure such pain. I will make a hundred-year pact with time, and use my life and blood to leave behind eternal traces.

我们注定仅仅是成为一个或许分开几年后就互相沉默的朋友。

我的角色也仅仅是你生命中的过客。问好之后，默默离去。我不应对一个已经失去的人抱有幻想。如果未来相遇了，说明是缘分未尽，否则就是悲惨故事。

我不会因为爱一个人而放弃所有，但是我会爱一个一无所有的人。我不会因为喜欢一个人而去做傻事，但是我会喜欢一个爱做傻事的人。

美好的事物终将消失，与其悲痛的看着她凋零，不如一开始就选择放弃，毕竟，我忍受不了这种痛苦。我会和时间立下百年的战书，然后用生命和鲜血，让时间留下永久的痕迹。

20210430

这个问题我想了很久，人生无非就是长大、工作、结婚、养育、终老。很简单，也很短暂，一转眼20年过去了，而我仅仅是长大了。

人生的意义，就是年轻的时候有所向往的，年老的时候有所回忆的，然后像带不来的也带不走的一样，悄无声息地离开这个世界。

就像大部分人一样，百年之后，很难有人记得你曾经来过。都说人生要有信仰，活着才有动力，可这只是欺骗自己认知的一种手段。

除了我们理性的活动之外，还有各种激素的影响，是娱乐中的多巴胺，还是生活中的第六感，是被亲戚家人灌输的价值观，还是被时代洗脑的口号。

无拘无束多么的人间美好，而现实就是那么出乎意料。人生是被别人规划好的学校与职场，还是每天早上醒来找手机，刷视频，发信息。

人生可以是不顾一切地闯荡社会，但前提是有人脉和背景。人生可以是诗和远方，但前提是你有可以活下来的资本。人生可以是照着前辈的路走，但前提是符合自己的理想与志向。人生可以是躺平，摆烂，但前提是你要为自己的未来负责。

每个人小时候都有自己的理想和志向，可是几乎大部分人都实现不了。是现实的残酷，还是毅力的缺失，还是觉得当一天和尚撞一天钟，能摆烂一天是一天。

当我看见因自己生活压力所迫而放弃自己的奥运梦想的时候，当我看见本就衣食不足还坚持为了自己的祖国而参赛的时候，我曾经以为只有自己强大才能实现自己的理想，却不知我的强大有时候对于那些更强者来说，根本不值一提。

也许我们曾经有过多么美好的憧憬。但是在成长路程中，一次又一次的失望、难过、伤心、哭泣，直到成为我们现在这个样子。我们不再去想那么远了，开始有了自己的小心思了，知道走一步看一步了，也知道世界上不一定好人多还是坏人多了。

或许从前的那个我们已经不存在了，因为他已经不再适合这个环境了。他被淘汰了，就像禅的壳一样，破茧的蝴蝶一样。

未来不应该是一眼就望得到头的，也不是一路顺风就能度过的。没有什么未来可期，拿着方法总比困难多的态度去应对千奇百怪的困难就行了。

但是要提前说好，在没有终老之前，谁都不能放弃！没有人的人生是最好的，毕竟好不好由我们自己说了算！

2021-08-08

I have thought about this question for a long time. Life is just growing up, working, getting married, raising children, and aging. It's simple yet brief; 20 years can pass in an instant, and I am just grown.

The meaning of life is: Having aspirations when young, memories to recall when old, leaving quietly like something unattainable and untakable.

Just like most people, after a hundred years, few remember that you were ever here. It's said that life needs faith to have motivation. But this is just a means of deceiving oneself.

Beyond our rational activities, various hormones influence us: Dopamine from entertainment or the sixth sense in everyday life, values indoctrinated by relatives and family or slogans from society.

How wonderful it would be without restrictions, but reality often surprises us. Life can be planned out like a school or workplace, or waking up every morning to find your phone, scroll through videos, send messages.

Life can be about daring to venture into society, but you need connections and background. Life can be poetry and the faraway places, but you must have the means to survive. Life can follow in the footsteps of predecessors, but it must align with your ideals and aspirations. Life can be giving up or settling, but you must take responsibility for your future.

Everyone had their own dreams and aspirations as children, but most fail to realize them. Is it the harshness of reality or a lack of perseverance, or just accepting that we live day by day?

When I saw someone give up on their Olympic dream due to life pressures. When I saw someone struggling with basic needs yet persisting for their country's sake in competition. I once believed that only through self-strengthening could one achieve their ideals, but realized my strength was often insignificant compared to those who are stronger.

Perhaps we once had such beautiful dreams, but along the journey of growth, one after another disappointment, sadness, heartbreak, tears, until becoming what we are now. We no longer think too far ahead, but have our own small thoughts. Knowing step by step and also realizing that good or bad people may not be more in the world.

Perhaps that old self is no longer, for it no longer fits this environment. It has been discarded like a chrysalis, transformed into a butterfly.

The future should not be something we can see clearly from the start, nor easy sailing ahead. There's nothing to look forward to; just adopt an attitude of having more methods than difficulties and deal with whatever comes our way.

But before all this, none of us can give up! No one has the best life; after all, it is what we decide ourselves!