Today is the twentieth day of five consecutive challenge updates!
Unknowingly...it's already the twentieth day!
It seems like a one-month challenge is really possible? even more?
Although it is very hard, my brain, my liver, and my waist are all resisting to continue to do this recklessly, but I can't let go, I don't want to let go... Waste Paper understands very well that once I let go, it will be difficult to lift it up. .
After all, Waste Paper is already thirty years old, and he is still thirty years old, his body destroyed by long-term sitting. The number of words that could be easily reached when I was twenty is now like rushing to the battlefield for waste paper every day.
I once fantasized about buying high-quality products in one day or one week.
It seems more and more distant now!
There are rumors in the world that there are many big names who are moving forward and have achieved subscription takeoff through continuous updates.
Waste paper doesn't dare to ask for comparison, but only wants one...no complaints or regrets.
Perhaps when looking back at a certain period, I dare to say... I have already tried my best, and Waste Paper is worthy of all the book friends who support Waste Paper. At least he dares to fight with his life and can fight with his life.
Now, Waste Paper has lowered its requirements and only expects to receive an average order of more than 2,000 this month. In three months... we can still expect to get high-quality products.
If it still doesn't work... don't expect it in the future!
Waste Paper is dull and stupid. He is not good at sociability and business. He doesn’t understand what the market situation is or what regular changes are. In other words, writing has taken up nearly 80% of Waste Paper’s energy and brain. , and the rest was left to the family. As for friends... after ten years of coding, the friends of waste paper have already drifted away, and have become a self-righteous loner in a lonely world.
Is it pitiful? Not pitiful! You can even use the word 'deserve' to make the simplest statement.
After seeing the above passage, it is even clear that some people have something to say.
There will be people who want to stand on a moral point and provide some life education to waste paper. Or even more pungent and mercilessly sarcastic.
But is life taught well?
I can't live the way I imagined in my own thoughts, but how can I live in that ideal and pure state in reality?
After ten years of coding, I have gone through many detours and suffered a lot of frustration. I know the pain of this profession and many of its secrets, but I am still willing to abide by the original intention of a literary worker.
However, this original intention may collapse tomorrow.
So, is it because my writing is too bad, or is it because five updates a day are not enough to impress everyone?
This is not to gain everyone's well-intentioned advice. There are many truths. The waste paper is very transparent and clear, but there are also four big words in front of me: "powerless".
Some books cannot be written on scrap paper by others. There are some paths that others can take, but waste paper cannot. There are some things that others can do, but waste paper cannot do.
Some books and waste paper must be written like this.
Just like in a company, there are many positions.
Some people earn high wages easily, while others work hard but can only have three meals a day.
It seems different, but in fact there is no difference.
Everyone in life has opportunities, choices, and destiny.
A road has been planned for a long time. Some people took the fast lane, while others waded through the muddy winding mountain road.
Waste Paper is just an ordinary person who grew up in a small town with his parents working hard as a caterer. He stumbled all the way, his face was bruised and his body was bruised, but in the end he just spent his youth.
I once wrote three books in three years, only seeking an A-level contract. I once wrote more than three million words in one and a half years, and received less than 30,000 yuan, but I was ecstatic. I once relied on my mother's subsistence allowance to survive the weakest years, and I also missed many experiences and excitement that life may have due to my empty pockets.
The ambitious words I once made when I was young are now only ashes on the ground. The guy who wrote passionate words in the book has already drifted away, and his mind has gradually become gloomy.
Now... all he wants is to provide for his family.
Life is difficult, but how can it be as free and easy as written in it?
Sometimes the most tiring thing is not exhausting your energy day by day and then sitting on the chair like a fool for an hour or two. My brain fell into chaos, and I even forgot the year and month. It’s the hesitation and absurdity that comes after a surge of grief and indignation when you know that your efforts may be useless or just like a joke.
I don't think this is an irresistible reality.
Because in reality, there may be many guys like me...
In the fast-paced society, the success and excitement promoted have actually nothing to do with us.
We are just living hard and trying our best.
The writers are all obsessed with the authorities. Although the onlookers are clear, it is difficult to agree with each other. There are different opinions, some of which are well-intentioned, and some of which are not necessarily so. Therefore, most of the time, Waste Paper can only rely on its own experience to judge how to proceed.
I am thinking, but I have to put down my thinking.
I downplayed the existence of myself in words, but found that words without self do not belong to the realm that I can invade.
Those things that may have shone here in the past are no longer popular and are only suitable to become a shallow trace in the past, pulled out from time to time and used as props to sting me.
I struggled hard, trying to find a way, but I knew clearly that it was the same and difficult in any direction.
Some people say... there is light in front of you, follow the light and you can go very fast.
But behind the light, there were too many people chasing me, and I couldn't squeeze in behind the light at all.
The sky is out of season, the sun and moon have no light, the earth is out of season, and no vegetation grows. Whether you succeed or fail, sometimes you have to admit that hard work and ability only account for three thirds, and what does the remaining seven points depend on?
Waste Paper always remembers meeting someone unexpectedly in the elevator.
In the small elevator, there were only two people silent.
When the elevator is open.
He stepped out of the elevator and went to the clouds, but the waste paper still stayed in place.
That year, I was twenty-five and six years old, more than three years after graduating from college.
He was only a freshman that year. He had just entered college and was full of youth.
Waste Paper has been in the industry for six or seven years, and he has only been in the industry for a few months.
He may have forgotten me, but I still remember him.
So waste paper and accept your fate.
There are a lot of complaints and a lot of nonsense.
Don’t be surprised when you see it, don’t be surprised when you see it!
Just subscribe... If you can give it, give it. In fact, it is useless to ask for it.
When it comes to rewards, give them if you have them, and encourage them if you don’t.
Monthly tickets, recommended tickets... can't be on the list, so I have an egg for them.
But to be polite, you still have to ask.
Finally... I wish you all a wonderful life, a smooth life, and a life without regrets.
So... thank you all for your love and support!
When it comes to coding, you can write as long as you can.
If I can’t write anymore, I’ll sell skewers or set up a street stall. If I’m lucky, I’ll see if I can recruit a few children and teach them to write essays...
Life is a waste of time.
I hope everyone...will cherish it!
thank you all!
There are four more updates today.
Waste paper, have breakfast and continue!
