In the days of life, there are sunny days, cloudy days, rainy days, and snowy days.

On the road of life, there are plains and smooth roads, and there are also ferry crossings without boats and river banks without bridges.

Anxiety and depression are often like thunderstorms in summer, suddenly floating over and drenching my heart. Frustration and suffering are often caught off guard, and you don't even have time to let out a sigh and be knocked down.

Falling on the bank of frustration, the bank of suffering, surrounded by boundless darkness, no lights, no stars, not even the breath of people. Horror and despair stretched out their hands from the darkness and gripped the poor life tightly. Some people fell on the shore and never got up again, and some people folded a boat for themselves in the dark and ferryed themselves to the other side.

Some people fold their survival instinct into a boat and ferry themselves out of the abyss of despair. Some people fold their new desires into a boat and go through the pain and frustration after setbacks.

Some people fold their hope into a boat, and those who have sailed through the overlapping darkness and have no boat to cross, even if they fold a small boat in fantasy, they still struggle to ferry themselves to the other side.

Maybe we have never experienced emotional pain, never experienced the blow of failure, never experienced the despair that there is no way to go, but there are often cloudy winds and dark rains on sunny days. It hums around you like a crow flapping its wings, enough to wreck a good mood into chaos. At this time, we also need a boat to ferry ourselves. The boat might be going to a concert, picking up a book, sending an email to a netizen who has never met on the Internet, or going out quietly with a travel bag on its back.

Therefore, no matter how dark the fate, no matter how many setbacks in life, there will always be a ferry boat, and this boat is often in our own hands.

In the days of life, there are sunny days, cloudy days, rainy days, and snowy days.

On the road of life, there are plains and smooth roads, and there are also ferry crossings without boats and river banks without bridges.

Anxiety and depression are often like thunderstorms in summer, suddenly floating over and drenching my heart. Frustration and suffering are often caught off guard, and you don't even have time to let out a sigh and be knocked down.

Falling on the bank of frustration, the bank of suffering, surrounded by boundless darkness, no lights, no stars, not even the breath of people. Horror and despair stretched out their hands from the darkness and gripped the poor life tightly. Some people fell on the shore and never got up again, and some people folded a boat for themselves in the dark and ferryed themselves to the other side.

Some people fold their survival instinct into a boat and ferry themselves out of the abyss of despair. Some people fold their new desires into a boat and go through the pain and frustration after setbacks.

Some people fold their hope into a boat, and those who have sailed through the overlapping darkness and have no boat to cross, even if they fold a small boat in fantasy, they still struggle to ferry themselves to the other side.

Maybe we have never experienced emotional pain, never experienced the blow of failure, never experienced the despair that there is no way to go, but there are often cloudy winds and dark rains on sunny days. It hums around you like a crow flapping its wings, enough to wreck a good mood into chaos. At this time, we also need a boat to ferry ourselves. The boat might be going to a concert, picking up a book, sending an email to a netizen who has never met on the Internet, or going out quietly with a travel bag on its back.

Therefore, no matter how dark the fate, no matter how many setbacks in life, there will always be a ferry boat, and this boat is often in our own hands.