art of lying

I sold the car yesterday and should be flying to Singapore next Monday.

Come to think of it, what should I write?

Looking at the date of the IPA, it should have been approved last Thursday.

I thought it was two weeks, but I tried to check the status on Monday or Tuesday, only to find that it has been downloaded.

The next step is to get to know all parties, book air tickets and hotels and so on.

Looking back, it has been almost two or three months since the end of March.

Anyway, it’s over.

The rest depends on whether it is a reenactment of the plot, or an always day one where human beings live in exile.

Recalling that when I just graduated, I also went to the north by fate.

I can’t say it’s good or bad, but I also stayed in Beijing for a few years.

Later, when I went to Shenzhen, I gradually became more honest for a few years.

No matter what level it is.

It may have been almost ten years.

Although it’s true that it’s a Shenzhen native, there’s no special emotion in this sentence.

But at least in terms of the cities I have stayed in, Shenzhen may still be my choice.

To some extent, it’s just a matter of luck.

Although I don’t think I’m rooted in Shenzhen.

At least emotionally speaking, I have no intention of leaving Shenzhen.

Although many times I feel that it doesn’t matter which city or region I go to.

But still human after all.

There will always be some inertia and comfort zones.

It cannot be said that Shenzhen is suitable for life and survival in various senses.

But at least I got used to the rhythm.

To some extent, it has become the shape of Shenzhen.

Although it is more or less incompatible with the Shenzhen people/rhythm in stereotype.

Now that I am leaving, I am more or less sad.

Although theoretically it is not a certainty.

It’s like sometimes waking up in the morning, opening a window, looking at the sunshine and air.

Breathe a little coolness.

You can’t tell whether it is a kind of emptiness or a sense of nothingness that is inaccessible.

Especially in the past year and a half, I am not carefree after all.

At least compared to before, it is not so purely free.

Probably like when Ellen Jaeger said that famous line to the sea.

In fact, he didn’t know or had any special expectations.

It’s just a continuation of the instinctive struggle.

Maybe in the end, I’ll be just a kid who will cry and say that I don’t want that kind of thing.

After stripping away reincarnation and various fateful identities, he is just a child who is powerless and unable to refuse to grow up.

For a while, I really wanted to go to Singapore or more broadly to experience working and living abroad.

As for the exact motive, I can’t recall it now.

In other words, there was no motivation at all, it was purely an impulse or intuition to want something new.

As for the common view of learning, as a person who is more or less pink, I can’t talk about it.

As for now, when I may be leaving, I feel somewhat reluctant and attached.

It’s hard to say what’s missing.

Unlike many people, I haven’t felt any discomfort in recent years.

Although it cannot be said that there is no inconvenience or unreasonable place at all.

But after all, when you put yourself into those decision-making positions, you may not be able to think of any better and more social optimal method.

Especially as a risk-prone conservative perspective.

The changes in the economy over the years are not all caused by certain things.

In many cases, history will eventually have this cyclical nature.

After all, from the intuition of simple curve drawing, there is nothing static and flat.

There are always some fluctuations and twists and turns.

Oral history is, after all, nothing more than a review mode of ex post facto attribution.

What is reflected is only a sufficient and uncompromising attitude towards necessity.

So at this point, it is not impossible to say that I am at a loss.

Although to some extent it can be jokingly said that there is no worry about the future.

After all, in the current situation, each individual is more gone with the wind.

Worry is not a problem-solving thing either.

Sometimes I feel that Wuwen Xidong is more of an awareness of wanting to die or a sense of compromise and escape.

After all, there may not actually be a choice.

Not to mention asking.

During this period of not working, I also found that some things that I thought I could not do before, are still there now.

You don’t know if it’s a lack of time or something else.

Even the schedule and nodes haven’t changed much.

For a while, I didn’t know the difference between my work and life before and now.

Is it mechanized, or are people just so boring.

Without all kinds of emotions and descriptions, work is just an ordinary routine.

Like eating and sleeping, it’s just a behavior.

More abstractly speaking, people are alive and awake, but they just keep themselves from stopping to create various meanings and purposes.

Even lying passive is but an alternative purpose and meaning.

Maybe it’s like Hoshino Ai said.

To live is but a lie that man tells himself.

The difference is that different people have different effects on the artistic level of lying.