One's practice

Since the last job, the days when I didn't have a job were the most intense time in my mind. Life always gives us a lot of choices, staying or leaving, simple or adventurous, sticking or letting go... sometimes thinking of insomnia. Some people say that when you don't know how to choose, just go for a coin. If you throw it once and you want to throw it again, you will know your answer. Sometimes you have your own choices in the subconscious, just don't want to admit it. In the end, I still didn't want to regret myself in the future. I decided to leave the quiet little county and come out to find my 10,000 possibilities.

“The house is rented, but life is its own.” Life slowly began to enter the normal track. In Hangzhou, the city has its own nest. The rent is twice that of the previous one, but the area is only half of the previous one. . In one store, I bought all the household items in one store. From small towels to quilts, I also planned to scouring some murals on the Internet. The sparrows are small and complete. It’s good to be able to support yourself and to support yourself. After returning from work in the evening, running, listening to music, reading books, calling family and friends, the time passed quickly, so I felt that it was a waste to sleep too early.

There are a group of "Hangjiao" around, for various reasons to come here from a distant hometown, huddled in a small rental house to talk about dreams. Out of the fight has the hardships of other people, but there are also joys that others have not said. Every day after work, the life is still repeated; every day I work hard on the bus, but I have to be clipped into a "meat cake"; I have a holiday, but I am far away from home... but everyone here is Have the same expectations and make yourself better. I don't know when I started. I have rarely said the word "dream". It is too solemn, too chicken soup, too far away from me... When others ask me what my dream is, I I will be speechless, because I am afraid I will not be able to do it. I would rather tell you when I am done, instead of just telling you. But this time, I can really feel the existence of it, everyone is walking hard. On the bus, many people put their earphones in their ears, and there is still a quiet world in the noisy car. After arriving at the station, they rushed to their work place.

Isn't this all what I want? Go to a strange city and learn to get along with yourself. The quiet world has only its own voice. A person can be alone or satisfied. I am a person, but I see many people on the road like me, eating alone, wandering alone, practicing alone...