Middle-aged people are only depressed, not melancholy - Ten Years' Appointment in Tibet (4)

Ten years ago, when I was still very depressed, I felt that it was melancholy. Melancholy was like a trigger in a program package, which would trigger my so-called "creative passion". I would take a lot of photos and write a lot of melancholy moods. . And ten years later, I always have one sentence in my heart: "Forget it."

When we are young, when we encounter difficulties, unhappiness, or difficulties, we will find ways to escape. Run away to a far away place, leave the people who make you sad, and think about starting over. When people reach middle age, they find that everything will be like an arrow that has no turning back. Therefore, we will try our best to do those things that we pursue desperately when we are young, because only then will we have the courage.

Sometimes I feel like I’m middle-aged, and sometimes I don’t even have the courage to say I’m depressed. Because people will always ask you why? what is the reason? Most people will choose not to talk about it, because as they count, happy things seem to be more precious, while depressing things are piled up. But brave middle-aged people, stick to it for the people who love you.

Do you often feel that you are hesitant to talk and don’t know who to talk to about things that make you unhappy? So think about it, it’s better to let it go. How to define a thing as positive or negative? Your attitude will determine your mood. Many things, when you work hard to get them, you will find that you don’t want them at all. All you want is your willfulness and dissatisfaction. So now I will use whether I am happy to define whether something is worth it. In life, happiness is the most important thing.

Returning to Tibet ten years later, I finally went to those places I wanted to go but didn’t last time. It’s been a long time since I felt that kind of open happiness. Ten years later, I no longer need those melancholy and unfulfilled feelings. Maybe depression will always be with me for the rest of my life. But so what.

One day at the end of May, I spent an afternoon sitting in a restaurant in Lhasa. Had lunch, coffee and juice. This restaurant is a restaurant with a view of the Potala Palace. The waiter took me to a seat with the best view of the palace. It was a pleasant afternoon for me alone.