Demon Lord 3

I don't know what I'm thinking, and I don't know what I'm going to do next. Maybe this is me. Maybe my future destiny has been determined when I sit here, but I really don't reconcile. Sometimes I really don't accept my fate, but sometimes I hope to leave it to fate. When I don't accept my fate, it's because I think I still have the opportunity to work hard, and I still have the foundation for trial and error. When I accept my fate, I find that maybe fate has already determined all this. Maybe I can listen to God's instructions and do what I want to do in the future, which is almost the same as God's arrangement, and not much different from what my father and others said. Sometimes I will combine the arrangements of my elders and God, but thinking this way is not too different. It is not necessarily correct. After all, no one can say that he is completely without fault. Even my father cannot be the best in this world. So I have to rely on myself. Maybe I can create that miracle. Maybe I can achieve the position I was in before. Then, maybe I will be content. What's good about that highest position? What will I gain by sitting there? Maybe it will be endless intrigue, or endless emptiness. I may not be able to stand that kind of emptiness. After all, I am young and my blood is boiling. If I regard that cold environment as the final destination of my life, then what am I doing in this life? People who practice Taoism may think that emptiness is beautiful, but I don’t think so. In my opinion, practicing in the world is the real practice, and practicing in the mountains is just shallow practice. Only when you can adapt to people who make trouble can you really calm your heart. I no longer think about who is watching us, and I can’t think of it. I can only sit aside quietly and think about life. Yes, maybe we have become empty now. As we grow older, have rich experience, and the results of our practice, we are no longer ordinary people, so our hearts are slowly moving towards emptiness. Before, we would discuss whatever we thought of, but now it is different. We have our own thinking consciousness. We can pray silently in our hearts, enjoy silently, and analyze the matter silently, and then discuss it together. Maybe this is our growth, or maybe it is developing to an uncontrollable level!

I often wonder, where would I go if I rode the wind? I'm riding the wind, sitting on the clouds. I feel like I'm being blown above them. I touch the soft clouds, but I can't fall. The softness feels like I'm placing a hand on them, but in reality, my entire body is floating on them. I feel incredibly light, yet I don't feel weightless. I feel like I'm floating, and I feel incredibly beautiful. I look closely here. Where would I end up if I rode the wind? What's above the clouds? Is it heaven? Does such a place really exist? I don't know, but I find that there are no people I know here, no world I loved, no everything I once had. It's like I have to start all over again. This feeling makes me very sad, and I don't think I like it. I like consistency, to continue developing as before. I don't want to change back and forth, to have to move to the next place and start over just when I've achieved a certain level of development. Isn't that what we all experience? I also silently reminded myself in my mind that perhaps this is life, but deep down, I still felt quite repulsive. I knew that the moment my fantasy became a wind, I understood that my current spiritual realm had reached this point, allowing me to roam freely in my mind. I now saw the clouds, and above them were people I knew. There was what I had always thought was heaven, but that heaven was exactly the same as we had known before. It seemed to be the direction of home. Are there people I know here? I looked carefully again, and indeed, many of them were people I knew. I didn't seem to have done anything wrong. I seemed to have been assigned here for some reason, just like when I went to school, I wanted to go to a good school close to home, but I was assigned to the worst middle school in the city. What was the reason?