After the reunification, I turned over my previous concerns and found that only one person still insisted on updating one year later. Sure enough, doing what you love day after day is still difficult, even boring. After yesterday's article was published, Big Data recommended me many articles struggling on the edge of the sky and articles discussing writing income. Looking at those articles that are intermittent and self-doubt and update, I feel a few more * * * sounds in my heart. Perhaps everyone has to go through this stage, from choosing to stick to the day shift, from updating cheerfully every day, to having no output in the brain, to reflecting on the meaning of self-persistence, or the temptation of games and short videos ... gradually, the things that I once loved gradually become a little painful, and even occasionally there are obstacles such as self-embarrassment.
There was a time when I hated myself for being taciturn and unsociable. Looking at the people in the crowd who are laughing and laughing and can quickly play any game with others, I am full of envy and a little depressed. I hate myself for disappointing, which is quite a bit of social fear. I like to be quiet in my spare time with others. My hobbies are also reading, writing, writing, practicing calligraphy and drinking tea. When I am immersed in my own world, others have developed a social skill, which can accompany 70-year-old people to talk about health and play games with 3-year-old children. It also unlocked such and such entertainment, the self-release of 857, and the emotional communication of 55-year-old people. Someone once said, "At an early age, everything I like to do is so boring, just like my mother." At a certain moment, I was hurt by such language, and I felt a little fragile self-doubt.
Until later, my updated circle of friends received this comment:
Maybe at that moment, I really understood.
When I am chasing people who publish several articles or even personal works a month, others envy me for writing articles and reading books in my spare time. When I practice calligraphy, people who have just finished eating will also think more about their original life. Stop embarrassing yourself and stare at things you are not good at or even like.
The swaying lights in the night show are charming, and all kinds of drinks are on it, but the ears are far more real than the heart, resisting the strong rhythm of drums attacking the eardrum. There are many ways to please yourself. Everyone has his own way. It is difficult to compare opinions scientifically in the horizontal direction. It depends on the individual. I like it and I am willing.
Facing up to one's own joy is an adjustment of mentality and the establishment of self-affirmation and self-confidence. Gradually, I don't care what others are doing, whether I like it or not, and more often I will guard my own interests with peace of mind.
Writing articles, practicing calligraphy, reading books, seemingly relaxed hobbies, once you have the obsession to stick to it, begin to have a deadline, and every day it becomes one seventh, one thirtieth, or even one third of the task goal. Besides being relaxed, you also have a sense of urgency. However, if we can really complete every day's persistence step by step, then there is the possibility of infinite qualitative change behind seemingly boring repetition.
Seemingly unique hobby, there is always a group of people who can sing with you and understand your emotions.
For example, no matter what your starting point and motivation are, we are all fellow travelers at the moment. ...
The first frost is the last solar term in autumn, and it is also the transition period from autumn to winter. At this time, there is often a co