In the past, I liked to agree because I was afraid of being isolated; now I like to follow my heart because it is too tiring to agree.

Everyone is an isolated island, enjoying his own happiness and suffering his own pain, and has nothing to do with others. This is what Mr. Shen Sanfai wrote in his work "Everyone is an Island". He said that he is a believer in this sentence. I want to say that I am too.

Many times, people are forced to grow up. They will not wait for you to be ready and welcome you happily. They will always come one after another when you least expect them, catching you off guard. . When you look back at many things, you will feel childish and boring, but they are true. Regarding your current life, you have a clear mind and know exactly what you want, but you are helpless. He is unwilling to succumb to the public, so he is called an alien, and he cares about the public's gaze, so he can't breathe.

When I was in high school, I liked things that others liked, but I was afraid that if I didn’t like them, I would be ostracized by others and not treated as friends. At that time, a person would feel embarrassed when walking on the street alone, afraid of being pointed out and making irresponsible remarks, afraid of being told that she didn’t even have friends, which shows how poor her popularity was. Because there are groups of people on the road, I don’t dare to be the one who stands out, because I care about other people’s opinions, and because I don’t have the courage. Life was so simple at that time, three o'clock and one line, canteen, dormitory, classroom. But why do some people still have a hard life even in such a simple life? You will be so upset about trivial things that you can't sleep at night; you will wonder if you have done something bad because of someone else's unconscious move; you will doubt yourself because your friends have new friends, but you will not doubt yourself because others don't like you. I feel sad because I don’t dare to do something I like. Even you never have the courage to say what you like because you are afraid of not getting a response. You are like a dodder, living dependent on others, so you are very tired.

When you get to college and come to a strange city alone, you are even more cautious. You want everyone to treat you with a sincere heart, just like you treat them. But what right do you have to ask others to treat you as you treat them? All you can do is ensure your sincerity. What others do depends on fate. You dare not reject others because you are afraid of being forgotten and alone. You are even more afraid of becoming an alternative again and accepting the questioning gaze of the public. You choose to believe what others believe, and you convince yourself to believe and accept it, but you find that you are getting more and more unhappy. You live in the shadow of others, in the eyes of the public, but not in your own. in the world.

When does it start? You become full of anger and no vitality, but when you look at yourself in the mirror, you are confused by your hypocritical expression and think you are living a good life. Little do you know that all you are left with is a soulless look. The body, the flesh inside has long since rotted. Since when did you start feeling like a hedgehog covered with thorns, not wanting others to get close for fear of getting hurt? But when will these days end? Perhaps it was the countless days of secretly crying day and night, or perhaps it was a simple reminder from your parents that made you feel that it was the real you. The department had been forgotten by others, but by yourself.

Later, why did you suddenly wake up? Is it because by chance one day you ate the food that you most wanted to eat but others didn’t like? Or is it because you watched that movie that you enjoyed watching the most but others didn’t? Or maybe it's because you see your distorted smile in the mirror. In short, you have learned to look directly into your own heart and understand your own needs, so the public's gaze has nothing to do with you. You feel relaxed. You don’t have to accompany others to go shopping in streets you don’t want to go shopping with. You don’t have to eat when you don’t want to. You don’t have to buy clothes you don’t want to buy. You can smile, be calm, be free and easy, and be free. Heartless. It turns out that the days of doing whatever you want are so beautiful, and even the flowers and the sky become lovely.

Your life is unique and cannot be felt or touched by others.

Everyone's life is a legend. What you have experienced, felt, gained, and lost cannot be copied or replicated by others. Others can understand and comfort you about your pain and joy, but they can never empathize with you. Don't try to make others feel how you feel. It's enough that you feel what you feel. I hope that each of us can hold our heads high, be bold, have the courage to try, and like the niche but don't care about the public's eyes.