The original self essay, looking for that original self essay

At last. Or go separately.

Finally I got back on track. Went on with my life. And that memory is nothing but petals.

Loneliness and loneliness. I've been slowly accepting it on my own. Silently accept together the arrangement of God.

The pen that circulates around the fingertips. It's just a fraction of the footage. You can't write the most beautiful verses.

The foam has a warm scent, but with undue cruelty. As in everything that has been experienced.

Because I'm used to being alone. So everything that happened around us was just a cloud of smoke. After that, it will fade.

Let's go. Everything has become the deepest past. I'll remember whose face it was much later.

It's dark. Maybe I can hide my fears. Strength is just a very real disguise.

Transcending the boundaries of life and death. That kind of hypocritical smile. See through. It doesn't matter anymore. I won't care.

I know I'm no longer a child. Although I've been hiding my own.

But I realized that I wasn't just a child. I've learned a lot about human feelings that I shouldn't understand.

I often ask myself [are you still the original you].

No. It's been so long. No one is the original self anymore.

I've thought about a lot of things. Every step of the way. A retreat every step of the way. I think it's all clear.

I know I've been hurting others to protect myself.

But the world has always been cruel. There is no need to take pity on everything in this world.

Just as someone else hurt me. Will you say I'm sorry?

Accustomed to this cruel law. So I can get out of it with my whole body. Unharmed.

Quiet tears. Tell yourself. You are yourself. Not initially, though.

Everyone has their own splendid season. However, since entering this cardamom age, it has been lonely and sad.

Thinking back to the innocent me in the past, looking down at me who is tired now, it is really a beautiful contrast, beautiful? Is it really that beautiful? When I entered junior high school, I found that everything about me had changed, and it seemed to catch me off guard.

Where did that simple me go in the past? Why are there some thoughts that should not be added now? Is there really so much helplessness and confusion in the so-called life?

I really want to be the white swan in Tchaikovsky's song, pure and beautiful; I really want to be the little match girl in Hans Christian Andersen's pen, although lonely, but there is a beautiful hope. There are so many things I want to be that I can't move them out of my memories one by one.

Sometimes, I think, "Why did God give us the ability to create beautiful fantasies, and why did He give us such a cruel reality?" I think this may not be a very bad thing, but it is just a five-flavor bottle that allows us to truly enjoy life.

Actually, this is very beautiful, if you don't have it, you won't have a world with a smile on your face and a straight road. "Alas! What's the use of thinking so much?

Maybe it's just to comfort yourself.

I really want to find the one who has the illusion of beauty, but I know very well that this may not be possible, and even if I try hard, I will not be able to catch up, because the road is so long that it seems that it will never reach the end. The applause used to be so crisp and beautiful, but now there is only an inexplicable look in the eyes, which makes me feel so frightened. I really want to have someone by my side to support me, give me motivation, and not despair too much about life, after all, I am still very young and young.

Although the reality is not satisfactory, fortunately, I still have the original goal.

Looking, looking for the original me, it should be like this. Even if I can't climb the top of that mountain, I will keep trying, because I don't want my life to be in vain; Looking for the original me, even if the journey is never-ending, I will continue to work hard, because I still have a long way to go. Looking for the original me, even if I am exhausted, I will continue to work hard because I still have so many people to support me.

Go for it! Myself! I believe it will be successful!

The original me will always be the most beautiful me! i love you！

I believe that every woman wants to be beautiful and intelligent.

I have nothing to do with beauty, an ordinary and inconspicuous girl.

I was admitted to the university, and I envy the classmates around me who can talk about vigorous love.

I have always longed for a perfect love encounter.

However, fate stops at appearance, and boys' eyes are always focused on beautiful appearances.

I began to blame myself for my appearance, and I decided to change myself and have plastic surgery.

The first plastic surgery, trimmed the eyes and nose, I don't know where the confidence came from.

The first time a boy confessed to me, I found love.

The first boyfriend, for my sake, can let me be at my mercy.

I began to laugh at the world, even if I gave it sincerely, it might not be rewarded.

A mask with a mask can be exchanged for affirmation and irony from others.

Love is sometimes great, sometimes it is selfish.

My boyfriend and I burned out of fireworks, and no one's fault.

The second time I had plastic surgery, I wanted to be more perfect, I needed a better man.

The second time, two men entered my emotional realm.

I started to become vain, and I started to hate myself.

The people I see in the mirror every day are so strange and lonely.

There has always been a voice in my heart calling, this is not you.

That day, a surviving ** was found in a drawer.

That's the old me, the real me, should I go back in time?

Never be sad because you never had it.

In the vast sea of people, you look for that, the original self.

At this time, you will find out that the former alliance was just empty in the end.

You cried, laughed, hurt, hurt.

But I couldn't find that innocent smiling face anymore. Potato dust carrying.

The smiling faces are showing the brothers and sparrows in front of you.

It turns out that time comes and goes in a hurry.

This world, so cold, so hypocritical.

You feel fear, but you can't touch the warmth.

It's as if those have drifted away from you ......

You meet seven selves, one is bright, one is melancholy, one is gorgeous, one is adventurous, one is stubborn, one is soft, and finally the one is growing.

Inscription. In the journey of life, you continue to grow, fade childishness, gradually mature, you are no longer panicked, instead of calm, you slowly learn to be considerate of others, instead of blindly letting others meet your unreasonable requirements, you slowly change, this silent change may not even be aware of yourself, but the fact is that you have indeed changed, you hide your original self in the deepest, softest place in your heart,You test this chaotic world with your newborn toes, the Black Forest that you have never been to.

The original self is hidden in the depths of your heart, when you lose yourself, turn around, you will find yourself when you come, he is so innocent, so that you yourself don't know who it is, don't be surprised, he is the original you, he looks at you with a smile, he takes you back to the past, recalls the journey of your growth, watches you cry for some little things, laughs for some little joy, the experience of your growth has been rewind in your mind, you find that he has been by your side from beginning to end, never left, he has always been in the deepest part of your memoryIt's just that you've forgotten about it, and then you realize that you've changed, that you're no longer crying over something the size of a sesame seed, that you're no longer satisfied with a little joy, that you're no longer as naïve as before, that you're no longer noisy. Slowly, your mind is imprisoned, and the skin slips for you to really change, and such a change is silent.

A trip of memories has made you understand so much, you can't sit still anymore, and you set off with him. It's just an episode of your life.

Don't forget who you were when you came, because that's your original self, that's the real you.

It's very simple, use your own brain, if you don't use your brain, your head will rust.

After I went to junior high school, I changed, I became unrecognizable, I was cold to things, in the face of danger, I was much calmer, and I laughed less. "Oh, really? I've changed, huh, I'm going to find myself again.

Looking at my previous diary, I found that I have really changed a lot: in the past, every afternoon, I always had to play basketball for a while, and I was sweating profusely, but now, I never exercise every day (except for morning exercises every day), and I am out of breath when I run. I decided that I would play basketball or badminton for a while in the eighth class every afternoon.

Also, I used to be always happy, but now, every day is very cold, and others are cold air in my eyes, so I decided to tell myself a joke every day, laugh every day, relax, as the saying goes: "Laugh, ten years less." ”

But I still have a better side, I used to do things always frizzy, without consideration, and insisted on going my own way, as long as I said it was right, no one could change, even if it was my parents, but now, I always think twice before doing things, considering the cause and effect, I also understand the true meaning of "cooperation": first together and then done. I understand Dante's famous quote better:

Go your own way and let others do the talking".

Not only has I gotten better, but my interpersonal relationships have been strengthened in this strange community, where I don't know anyone, but now I know almost all of them. Hehe, it's strong! More than 1,000 people, it's only been 13 weeks, I'm amazing!

The original dream.

No one has their own dreams, whether they are realistic or practical, they are out of reach, however, dreams come true and are the common aspirations and aspirations of all people. Some people work hard in persistence and struggle, chase their initial dreams, always adhere to their beliefs, and finally realize their dreams. Some people are forever wandering in the starting point, walking without purpose, and after stumbling, they are still in the original place.

There are many celebrities who have hidden hardships behind them, and who knows what is hidden behind them? It is the bitterness in despair, the persistence in the bitterness, and the rise in persistence. Maybe only they can really understand all this, maybe only they can deeply understand it.

And those who will only linger forever in the starting point, will only beg, humbly beg for everything that others have given him, but never think about it. Why can't you have everything? Why can't you pursue your original dream?

Looking at the success of others, why not pursue this original dream? Perhaps, this is simply because these people have given up and forgotten their original dreams.

If you had abandoned your original dream in this eternal corner, what would you be like now? Maybe when we were struggling to pursue our dreams, our wills were not strong enough, we wavered, we gave up, and just like that, like quicksand, time finally buried our dreams, buried in a corner that will never be remembered.

The question should be written in an essay, not answered.

Every excellent person has a silent time, it is that time, not complaining or complaining, and finally spending this time that touches him.

There's nothing yet, so there's no qualification to show off. If there is something, there is no need to show off. Every experience in life is writing your resume. There are many things that you thought were insignificant, but when you look back, they all have scales that cannot be counted.

The meaning and degree of cherishing are very different from what you put out of your own mouth and what others bring to your mouth.

I never worry about whether I work hard or not, I only worry that excellent people work harder than me. What determines your height is what you demand of yourself.

In the past, like you, I was always worried and hesitant, but now I find that at every stage of life, we need to have the ability to accomplish many important things at the same time. When we are studying, we have to talk about love. When we are working, we have to worry about our families.

So, it's a balancing ability. Trust me, you did it. Because, so many seniors have come over, so don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you are never alone.

Don't complain, complaining will always show that you are not competent. Because if you have the ability, you can change the status quo, not just put up with it. Since you can't change it, and it's not enough to walk away, then accept the reality silently.

Forbearance is our strength to resist the world, and when you have it, you are qualified to be free.

Every decision we make is paid for by ourselves. And when you can do everything you don't like, I believe you can definitely do better what you like!

There is always such a distance between effort and effect. The only difference between success and failure is whether or not you can persevere through this incalculable distance.

Can you try?

Stick to one thing and keep it at it. Whatever it is.

The choice itself is to give up the possibility of another trek. Try to listen to your inner voice rather than external applause. Try to choose what works for you and not what is best in the eyes of others.

Try to decide our decision, not because of the glossy surface of the option. Therefore, whenever we make a choice, we always remember to fulfill the promise we made to ourselves. Don't want to get everything, be generous with life and yourself.