Fist of Imagination

Hello everyone, I am Du Tingbei, your loyal friend who updates once a day.

I rarely post bad posts recently, because in the wonderful badness, even the badness itself will be bad... I wanted to say this, but it is not the case.

The badness itself is not bad, it is my will to live that is bad.

As everyone knows, I write to realize the dream of making bad money, and I want to make bad money because I want to live a better life, because I believe in tomorrow, because I think I can get happiness that is not bad at all one day.

But this kind of thinking is bad.

I began to feel that tomorrow will not be better, and sometimes I am afraid that there are really souls after death.

I am very unhappy now, and I have no motivation to find happiness. I am like a broken car that has run out of fuel and parked on a 45-degree slope. Counting it up, it has been parked for about five or six months.

At first I didn't care much about this matter, because I often encountered the situation of life breaking down in the past.

I don’t know since when, my mood and will were put on a reverse conveyor belt, and I became the type that would go backwards if I didn’t run forward. Every day, it was as if I wore a shackle with an elastic drawstring on my ankle to climb the slope. As long as I relaxed for a moment, I would be slowly pulled back to the bottom of the valley.

During the one year and two months of serializing "The Fist of Imagination", I was dragged down several times.

I learned to cheer myself up in the process of climbing up and sliding down, back and forth.

Go to the water group, exercise, eat delicious food, read inspirational books, and read the interesting comments left by everyone... When the energy is full, I can get up again and continue to talk nonsense and make money.

But this time it seemed to take a particularly long time. I played the tricks to cheer myself up several times, but still didn’t feel any change.

I still lay flat on the slope and slid down. I couldn’t get up, and I didn’t have the motivation to get up. I wanted to shout loudly, but I couldn’t get up.

In the past, when I wrote the la kua strip, I had some unyielding confidence before picking up the pen. If I fell, I would laugh at myself, pat the dust off my body, get up and continue to move forward. But this time, before picking up the pen, I wanted to remain silent, silent all the time, silent until everything was irreversible.

Unfortunately, silence also made me la kua.

Silence made me suffer, I hated silence, and I was angry because of silence.

I still want to write, when I have nothing to say, I still want to say something meaningless.

I am such an unhappy and brainless person who talks a lot.

Damn, "Chainsaw Man" is free to the point of rushing out of the universe, can't I be free to write la kua strip? !

Is this the extent of me? Can I just wait for death in silence?

I am just la kua, I haven't lost yet!

This inexplicable self-esteem and anger made me write this la kua strip.

I want to say that la kua won't kill me, I can still continue.

I can still continue to struggle shamelessly until I can't struggle anymore.

I want to continue.

Stephen King said that writing is not life, but sometimes it is a path back to life.

I have always liked this sentence.

Writing online is a very free thing, you can stop at any time, and you can start at any time.

Life is the same.

Yesterday will not change anymore, it will not be better or worse. It is already today, so why not think more about tomorrow.

I don’t know when tomorrow will come, but tomorrow will always come.

What will tomorrow be like?

Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow.