If I could actually get a job as a security guard and work there long-term, with all five social insurances paid, it would actually be pretty good.
I am nothing at all.
After all, no one can stay young forever.
Young people can make a living by working in any bubble tea shop as long as they don't mind the tedious and tiring work.
But... what about those who are no longer young?
Even if you go to a bubble tea shop to make bubble tea, you'll be criticized for not being energetic enough.
People with life experience are different from young people in their early twenties.
Her eyes are clear and bright, without any bloodshot streaks, and her skin is fair and clean. Even when she stands there and takes a close-up photo, she exudes youthful energy.
Young people battered by life have dry, brittle skin, heavy eye bags, bloodshot eyes, and some even have nasolabial folds before they turn thirty. They look dejected and hopeless, unable to see where the road ahead leads...
Like a walking corpse, it's a kind of despair that comes from realizing you can never get ahead by working odd jobs.
All around were dark, heavy clouds, the sky was gray, pressing down from all directions, leaving one powerless, numb, and barely clinging to life.
I think... I'm probably sick.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have plunged headlong into this massive creative army.
I always fantasize about making some money, publishing a hit book, and living a decent, peaceful life instead of just struggling to survive...
On one hand, I consistently post 5,000 words a day without fail, and on the other hand, I slowly search for a city to experience the world.
After all, my life is too impoverished.
I'm almost thirty, and it wasn't until last September that I took my first walk along the Bund in Shanghai and experienced the bustling crowds of the city for the first time.
The students, full of youthful energy, walked in twos and threes, carrying bags.
I went to the Apple Store on Nanjing Road—I think it should be Nanjing Road—and browsed around. They had computers and phones. I was thinking to myself, I wonder if typing on an Apple keyboard would be very smooth. If I could write 10,000 words a day, I'd be on my way to stardom.
Unfortunately, I was short of money, and my classmate asked, "How about we get one?"
I shook my head: "I can't afford it."
The other party responded, "How could they not afford it? Most people just can't bear to spend the money."
Yes, I'm reluctant to part with it.
"Let's go."
Later, I visited a figurine shop.
When I first saw these figures, I didn't recognize many of them, including One Piece figurines, Goku figurines, Rena Belle, and many other anime characters.
Items that cost hundreds or thousands of dollars.
At that moment, I felt like a stray dog.
The black man, with skin as black as ink, was carrying two large suitcases wrapped with layers of transparent tape.
He stared blankly at the exit, unsure of which way to go.
A white man in his thirties, with yellowish-white skin, wearing a floral shirt, blond hair, white shorts, and headphones, walked and laughed with his companion.
They were speaking a gibberish language that I couldn't understand.
The yellowish water along the riverbank was all mud and sand, and the river water washed over both sides of the river.
The cruise ship was quietly docked.
Looking up, it seemed to be the third floor of a bank, where three men in suits were leaning against the railing, presumably discussing business.
A colleague chuckled, "Look, that's the big shot up there."
Me: "These people can easily leak a little information, enough for an ordinary person to live on for a lifetime..."
These scenes might be commonplace for many people, but for me, someone from a small town, many things are quite novel.
It surprised me.
Later, I climbed Jiuhua Mountain with my travel companions and took the cable car for the first time.
That's right, I'm almost thirty, and this is the first time I've done this.
I've only ever seen it in movies and TV shows before.
Upon reaching the mountaintop, one is surrounded by the refreshing scent of mountain breezes, pervasive mist, and temperatures that are nearly forty degrees Celsius outside, while inside the mountains, the temperature is at most in the teens.
Cool!
At that moment, all I wanted was to live here every day.
The view is unobstructed.
My suppressed emotions suddenly shattered.
The dampness is refreshing and invigorating.
Every pore on my body was open.
It was as stimulating as eating an ice cream.
He let out a howl, like an idiot.
It was around mid-September, and the crowds were sparse.
There weren't many people around, so I could walk more relaxed.
The sea of clouds surged.
It was at that moment that I realized the meaning of life should be about experiencing and seeing things.
These scenes of life, just like the words above, are like the humid mountains. You would never know how wonderful it is to experience the cool, refreshing feeling that seeps into your bones in a natural oxygen bar on a hot day.
We've gone off on a tangent.
The same principle applies to text-based descriptions and creative works.
Without experiencing, engaging with, or reading and empathizing with a large amount of text, one cannot create something convincing.
It's like asking someone who has never eaten chili peppers to describe the pungent taste.
Perhaps he would describe it using things like onions and ginger.
I think this is why, regardless of the weather or season, Chinese people still travel there.
Unfortunately, most people, including myself, have no choice but to honestly work hard, do manual labor, or travel in order to earn a few coins.
Wake up, anything can happen in dreams.
Getting back to the topic at hand.
To be honest, I do have this idea; I plan to find a security guard job with full social insurance and housing fund benefits.
Low labor intensity.
Seriously, does any reader know where security guards can slack off?
I've heard that many people working in the monitoring room need to get certified.
Balancing creative work with artistic expression.
There's also a type of convenience store clerk who works the night shift. I've heard that since there aren't many people around at night, they can also do creative work on the side.
After a regular job, I simply don't have the energy to immerse myself in creative work when I get home.
If you don't move your liver, just lie down.
But as a person, without dreams, life is repressive, and you spend your nights scrolling through your phone and laughing like an idiot.
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