Legend of the Great Saint

I should have sent this chapter yesterday. I was going to take a long vacation. This is a bad two months. I feel really tired. Never in his life had he felt so alone, such as trekking hard in the heart of the desert, in a sandstorm, gradually forgetting his partners, forgetting his enemies, forgetting his goals.

Look around!

There... what should there be? It's obvious. Why can't I remember?

Ridiculously, I've always loved loneliness, rather than crowd noise, than staying alone and lonely. But isn't it easy to get along with yourself?

Perhaps you should give up being a perfectionist so that in every scenario, you don't wander like a maze, afraid to take a step and make irreparable mistakes, and then wander like an abyss. Missed more in hesitation.

Come on, you've been making mistakes, just reluctant to admit it.

I've tried countless times to read books I've written, this one, the last one, the last one, but I can't, too many fallacies. Never recall the so-called childhood, the so-called youth, somehow, only the pain is so profound, it never heals, so much so that there is some doubt, has there really been a happy laugh? Throw it all away!

Anyway, I can write a great novel as compensation, but what if I can't? What if it happens again? What can we compensate for? How can you show weakness to anyone if you are so embarrassed?

I'd rather close my eyes than open my eyes and look at this broken world, my broken self. Like a reckless stubborn child, throwing rolls and crying in the mall, I just have to take that toy!

But damn it, you know, in this way, you get nothing! Get up and stop crying!

Though I've said it countless times to do it as a job, it's really hard, it's unconsciously pressed too many things, personal dignity and value, meaning and proof of existence, is that pathological?

How many times do you want to delete this text, in times of pain and helplessness, is silence not the best response? Why put up with the shame again? However, there are answers that cannot be found in a hundred journals, and questions that cannot be answered by thinking a thousand times in life.

This is the way to stop, admit weakness in front of thousands of people.

“Well, third-rate authors like me, they write bad scenes all the time! ”

However, even if it keeps making mistakes, it still wants to go on.

Answer me, is anyone listening? Anybody waiting? If you're alone, you still can't walk!

Try to muster the courage to accept all this fallacy, face this reality, cross this desert, and find that dream back!