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Chapter 253

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Indulging in material desires, indulging in feelings, indulging in comfort — these three things that made most women in the world fall into depravity, had also quietly confused and conquered me in these three years. Fortunately, I finally came back to my senses.

I remembered when I was very young, the wind suddenly rose at the end of the green duckweed.

I don't know how old I was at that time. I just wanted to grasp a lot of things and understand the operation of this world so that one day I wouldn't be afraid of death.

I was afraid of taking the wrong path. There was only one right path, and there was only one chance in life. However, it was inevitable that I would be stupid and go astray if I wasn't careful, and it was extremely difficult to reverse.

People were too easily forgetful and didn't even know when they were wrong. The right path had its own destiny, but whether or not one could follow it depended on one's wisdom.

People were flawed products. The pursuit of perfection could only lead to pain. But there was always the desire to sublimate. Higher, higher, and higher. When I found a flaw, I would dig out the root and abandon it completely.

People could accommodate too few things. It was inevitable that I would be narrow and uneasy. If I grasped these, I would miss those. If I picked up those, I would throw these away.

When those vast and boundless spiritual thoughts were summoned from the clouds, I only grasped the part that I judged to be the most necessary in a flash. The rest could only watch helplessly as it disappeared before it appeared. I could only hope that one day in the future, I would be able to comprehend it again and make up for what I lacked.

But when I found those qualities that I had let go of, I abandoned the precious ones that I had left behind.

Was it the active, eager, and insatiable thirst for knowledge of this vast world? Was it the ruthlessness of self-discipline and self-abuse in the hope that I would continue to grow stronger? Was it the far-sighted consideration of living in peace and happiness while calculating the time to compose life? Was it the tireless brain that worked non-stop? Was it the fearless courage to write miracles into the list of goals? Was it the silent calmness of the deep still water and the calm and collected state of mind? Was it because he was in a meditative state, chasing after the light of enlightenment, constantly immersing himself in meditation? Was it the faith in truth, the persistence of goodness, and the yearning for beauty?

Yes, I learned to be less black and white and more gray and colorful. I understood the ways of the world and the petty cleverness of human nature, but I lost the great wisdom and clarity of life. When soft, I forgot how to be hard; when hard, I forgot how to be soft; when in love, I forgot how to be reasonable; when in a crowd, I forgot how to be alone.

Therefore, it was very laughable that these thoughts that came late were not summoned to be servants, but instead turned from guest to host, swelling and bursting, oozing pus and staining. The Tree of Spirit was malformed and sickly. Repair and purge the coup d'état and revolution. Once decided, there was no need to hesitate!

These personal monologues are my feelings about my own life. They have nothing to do with Boost on the surface. But since this is the only novel that has accompanied me through the struggle of making choices in my life in the three months since May of this year until today, especially since this novel has been my entire life for the past month, I think there are still some threads of cause and effect that are deeply intertwined and hidden within.

"Rosy Clouds" and "Rise Shake" are the two great novel-type opportunities in my life. Xie Xie Xue Nai and Longan, these two wise and intelligent fairies. Those who give up halfway are disgraceful. This did not stop at the tip of the pen and the tip of the tongue.

He asked himself again, if he hadn't been addicted to comics since he was eight years old and stayed away from words, would he have been stupid enough to cause such a scene?

Unknowingly.

He did not regret it.

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