Review of the Week#
Finally left home, bidding farewell to two months of comfortable time. I certainly don't resist change, but I always feel reluctant to leave, those memories, that time. I am reminded of the ending of "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" where Alexander despairingly stops in the middle of traffic as tomorrow approaches. I am the same way, as each day passes, the end draws near, and I want time to slow down a bit, to hold onto this destined fleeting time. But it's all just fatigue, Alexander finally made up his mind and stepped on the gas pedal heavily, and all I can do is the same - say goodbye, and then depart.
I always seem to realize the value of something when I lose it, say goodbye after feeling regret, and then repeat this process. Life is just the repetition of these processes, saying goodbye and then departing. But when that final tomorrow arrives, I don't think I have the courage to say goodbye, and can only end with regret. Always disappointing the past, always isolating myself from the world, I don't know what to do, and no one can offer any help. I am still too weak.
It seems that every time I write something, I always return to the same question, revealing the staleness of my thoughts, the rigidity of my thinking, and the weakness of my willpower. This is just who I am, there is nothing worse than this. The summary of this week's life is a reflection of my own characteristics: continuous rain, spending more time in bed; forgetting the content of the books I read before.
This is the summary of this week, my actions and thoughts in the 6th week of the year 2023. From tomorrow on, how will I spend the next week?