The word “relaxation” is very popular recently. This kind of relaxed, casual and free look seems to be a rebellion against this orderly society. Strangely, “laziness”, which has been nailed to the pillar of shame since childhood, has become a state that everyone pursues and has become another nickname for cuteness.
Relaxation is to feel the direction of the wind in your heart. No longer have to tidy up your clothes after going out, no longer sit in a corner of the stool, no longer pay attention to every detail and other people’s eyes, you can look back generously when others are looking at you, no longer force yourself to not say a word when you are uncomfortable, you can take a few more bites of your favorite dishes. In the early morning when it snowed all winter, I didn’t feel affected by slipping, but felt the snowflakes falling on my face. In early autumn, I chased a sunset specifically, nestled on the side of a park chair, staring at the sun sinking in the building, pressing the moon to rise on another treetop. Reward a simple enjoyment, enjoy the delayed and fuller expectations, and enjoy the touch of red wine sliding on the skin. Being faithful to the here and now and acknowledging the direction of your heart’s wind will make you appear strong and solid as a rock because of your honesty. It is like a kite with a kite string. The swaying of the kite string by the wind does not affect the firmness of the string. What is swayed by the wind is only your body shape, not your perfect and true self.

Relaxation is to tolerate the differences between different people. Everyone is a puzzle, with protrusions and depressions, which is different from the flawless products designed with great care, and gradually completes between different collisions and bites. Everyone is also a jar of stories, and different contents make the jars make different sounds. The teenager who is immersed in the music and swaying in the subway may have just experienced pain, the old man dancing alone in the dance hall may be deeply in nostalgia, the dance under the shadow of the sunset may be saying goodbye, and the crying in the corner of the station may be full of joy. The tie jumps in the underground passage, the ragged bouquet falls off the arms, the bosom friend of the symphony may set out to pick up waste, and the desperate person may be a stranger. Don’t let the evaluation get ahead of you, let go of understanding first.
Let go, don’t fight against the floating uncertainty, go with the wind, and you can ride the wind.