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The unyielding soul insists on finding its own resonant star. You must—time and again, endlessly, a thousand times without hesitation—save yourself from the fires and waters of this world. When I encounter a person on the street without an umbrella, I can smell the sadness hidden beneath their clothes. They walk past me, their figure gradually disappearing, like rain falling into water. And the world seems like a huge dream, with dark clouds only hovering above us. I even hesitate to move easily, fearing that I might bring sadness to those who are happy. Slowly, I became aware that I tend to magnify very small matters infinitely, based on my fantasies. I always think of things in the worst possible way, but this inevitably leads to internal conflict 😔. Last night, a very small matter made me think it would change my days ahead, which is terrifying, like a line from a song in Rashomon: every night transitioning from rationality to emotion.......