Legend of the Great Sage

Originally this single chapter was supposed to be published yesterday, and I was planning to take a long vacation. The state of the past two months has been very poor, and I feel really tired. I have never felt so alone in my life, like trekking hard in the center of the desert, in a sandstorm, gradually forgetting my partners, enemies, and goals.

Look around in a daze!

Is there... there should be something? Obviously there is, why can't I remember it?

It's ridiculous to say that I have always loved solitude. Compared with the noise of the crowd, I would rather live in isolation and maintain aloofness. But, but, it turns out that getting along with yourself is not easy?

Maybe you should give up being a perfectionist, so that you won't be stuck in a maze in every plot, afraid of making an irreparable mistake if you take a step, so you linger, as if you are facing an abyss. In the hesitation, miss more.

Come on, you've been making mistakes, you just haven't been willing to admit it.

I have tried countless times to read the books I have written, this one, the last one, and the last one, but I can't do it, there are too many fallacies. I never recall the so-called childhood, the so-called youth. I don’t know why, but the pain is so deep that it will never heal, so that I have some doubts. Has there really been happiness and laughter? Simply give up all of it!

I could write great fiction anyway to compensate, but what if I can't? What if it happens again? What can be used to compensate? How can you show weakness to anyone when you are so unbearable?

I would rather close my eyes and indulge in illusions than open my eyes and see this incomplete world and my incomplete self. Like a willful and stubborn child, rolling and crying in the mall, I just want that toy!

But damn it, I clearly know that with this method, I can't get anything! Stand up, stop crying!

Although I have said countless times that I have to do it as a job, it is really difficult. I unconsciously put too much weight on it, such as personal dignity and value, the meaning and proof of existence, is this pathological?

I wanted to delete this text several times. Isn’t silence the best way to deal with pain and helplessness? Why bother to endure the humiliation. However, there are answers that cannot be found by writing a hundred diaries, and questions that cannot be answered by thinking about a thousand lives.

So it is necessary to use this method to make a conclusion, to admit one's own weakness in front of thousands of people.

"Well, a third-rate author like me will often write unexciting plots!"

However, even if I keep making mistakes, I still want to go on.

Hey, answer me, is anyone listening? Is anyone waiting? If you are alone, you still won't be able to walk!

Try to muster up the courage, accept all these fallacies, face this reality, cross this desert, and find that dream! To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (wm) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to mqpdancam to read.