When does life seem boring to you?

When I feel bored, it is probably the time when I feel bored, because if a person is idle, then his whole brain is a very relaxed state, so he at this time many people will feel very suspicious of life, and it is also at this time that we can often see that many people will begin to have that kind of depression, in fact, I have seen this kind of example in life, they often say that they are very idle in life, Then I feel that life is boring to do anything, and it is also at this time that the emotions accumulated for a long time will gradually rise, and I will sigh that life is boring and I feel that I can't do anything. At this time, we often need to do something to regain confidence in life and face life more sunnyly, only in this way can we change this status quo.

And when you are at home, it will generally cause this kind of emotion, like at home, we often don't have to do any housework and then walk around, at this time, maybe in the long run, you will feel that TV is also boring, playing mobile phones is boring, reading books is also very boring, so your whole person is very negative and sluggish, at this time we can not often maintain this state, life to learn to control their own living habits, and do some things they like, In this way, we will make better use of our time and accomplish some meaningful things, so that you will not feel that your life is particularly boring and wasted.

In the end, I still feel that life is like boiled water, tasteless to drink, but it must be passed second by second, minute by minute. But some people can find a different meaning in this kind of blandness, realize the profound truth, or the breeze and the moon, or full of fun, so that ordinary characters are three-dimensional and concrete, and ordinary days can be remembered for a long time.

Indeed, the beauty of life is not ready-made, and you must stop and taste it with your heart. Just like the first person you see when you wake up in the morning and open the door, after a night of darkness and chaos, the rising dawn gives a new interpretation and content to the eye contact. There's no way you can explain this strange feeling.

Some people say that the loss of people's insight and emotion is a kind of sadness, you see people who are different from you, you see people who are different from the standards you understand, you say some questioning and annoying things strangely, or the rules say that this is someone else's freedom, we have no right to interfere, so we live our own lives. So life is still blank, so the days are getting more and more similar, and you find that your own mind is getting more and more empty. So life becomes boring and the same.

Just like when I'm writing an article at the moment, how much of it is an inner impulse that has to be written. A good experience of life has become an errand, a compulsive dumping, and how long has it been since I have read a book seriously, and how long has it been since I have been alone and pondered. Every day, I am busy with the trivialities and slight disputes of life, because of the careless words of others, I want to get into the wrong, and I am entangled in Na Yuanbi.

Fortunately, the little associations cultivated in a few years of writing have become boring and presumptuous because of the exhaustion of the driving force.

Hey, the more I write, the more I find the weakness and emptiness in my heart. I think of Zhang Defen's book again, if our actions really come from the control of an external force, then how should we choose the next direction and the important choice in life, that is, listen to the voice of the heart. From this point of view, the living presence of the mind is the most vivid force.

Let's live inward, or mess up and don't know what to do, but in the process, there are regrets, there are summaries, and the most important thing is that I am calling for the return of my soul.

I don't know when it started, but the people around me started to get tired of the performances of life. We started talking about the fake shows and the raucous shows. Who is so honest to see through this life, but also to end the way.

I hate him. When I'm alone, I sit there for a while, and my mind goes blank. I'm my own, I believe.

The city I live in is nervously about the arrival of a ritual. So cramped, uneasy. The security guards, swaggering with batons, walked around.

Most of the time, they don't do anything. On weekends, I came to the company to work overtime and took the elevator with a boy. There were just the two of us in the huge elevator room, and through the glass of the elevator room, I could clearly see his young and immature face.

He was a little cramped and uneasy, alone in the middle of something. I can't hear at all. However, I want to laugh, I don't know why, I just want to laugh.

My friends are always talking about work and the so-called development of the future. And I'm sick of it all. The development of all this nothingness.

All meaningless plans. Sometimes, how I want to hug them and tell them that there is more to life than that. And I really don't want to listen to these complaints and aimless plans.

I want to live well. peacefully. Quietly.

Despite his reluctance, he presided over the ceremony. The so-called oath is actually just a ritual. Sometimes, when I look at my colleagues around me, I feel inexplicably cute about them.

But most of the time, they were always noisy around me with a hateful face. I came across the name Derrida. I think of the year 2006.

I got acquainted with Derrida. He frequently appeared in my notes, in my reference books, but never in my exam papers. I am calculating, and I am running out of ammunition and food.

So, I came to Beijing. So I always felt that Derrida was a special person for me. I had pinned all my hopes in life, and of course he didn't know it.

In the end, it was scarred. From then on, I know that when you put your only hope in life on someone. One day, this person will disappoint you to the extreme.

For example, my Derrida, the representative task of Western deconstructionism. For example, everything he deconstructed. My uncle's brother was a graduate student in philosophy.

The level is very high, and I always feel like I can't reach it. However, he never belonged to philosophy, not for a moment. All he had was to make ends meet and live in misery.

Therefore, I have always felt that this is his sorrow, but also the sorrow of philosophy. They never loved each other, but had to be tied to everything. I'm going to get to work and go back to a world that isn't my own.

Everything is tasteless.