Feng Jin, a name in life, is so ordinary that she almost disappears in the torrent of time. She lives quietly, not anxiously or impatiently, and seems to have no much connection with this world. She lives in a quiet town, the morning light shines into the room through the tattered curtains, and the air is filled with a faint smell of soil. Feng Jin is like a part of this land, existing silently, and no one even notices whether her name is “Feng Jin”. In this small corner, she lives every day with a silent melancholy, living unobtrusively, not passionately, and not hiding her loneliness.
Many people have asked her: “Why don’t you go to the big city?” “Why don’t you pursue your dream?” She just smiled slightly, with a deep helplessness and open-mindedness: “My dream is here.” She has no lofty words, nor passionate pursuit. Life for her is just a repetitive cycle, simple, ordinary and down-to-earth. It seems that she has never left that small town in her life. She has never made any great breakthroughs, nor has she ever had any earth-shaking dreams. There is no future in her eyes, only the field in front of her, and only the sky that has never changed.
However, this kind of life does not seem to be what Feng Jin wants. Sometimes she would look at the starry sky outside the window in the lonely night, thinking about her past and future. She knows that the world she lives in is actually a huge and complex maze, and all the exits are shrouded in thick fog. And she has been wandering in this fog for many years, but she can’t find a way that really belongs to her.
“Fear crushes flesh and blood.” This is the deepest fear in Feng Jin’s heart. Facing the future, she always has an unspeakable fear. Every time she closes her eyes, she seems to see the blankness of the future. She is afraid that she will get lost in this blankness, and that she will never find a real belonging. In the eyes of others, she may be the most ordinary person, and some people even think that her life is boring and boring. However, Feng Jin knew that such a life was actually a deep silence, a voice that could never be spoken. She had tried to change herself, tried to walk out of this lonely road, do something different, and see the outside world. But every time, she felt that her strength was too weak, and any effort seemed unable to shake the wheel of fate.
“Courage tore the chest.” Feng Jin was not a brave person. She did not have a strong desire to pursue anything, nor did she have enough courage to break the shackles in her heart. She was just a person who grew up silently on this ordinary land, just like those silent trees, who would not be shaken by the noise of the outside world. In her life, there were no exciting moments, no passionate pursuits. Every day of her life was filled with the trivialities of life, and there seemed to be not much time worth lingering. She stood at the crossroads of life, but she never found which road could lead her to a farther place.
However, Feng Jin still insisted on living her own life. She often told herself that living an ordinary life might be the best choice. She was not one of those who could shine, nor was she one of those brave people who walked at the forefront of the crowd. She is the one who always follows behind, and can never become the brightest star, but she is unwilling to chase the distant light. What she pursues is just a peace and stability in her heart. She believes that the meaning of life lies not in the glory of the outside world, but in the peace and satisfaction of the heart.
“Glory baptizes the body.” Perhaps, she does not need glory. Feng Jin has never longed to be the focus of everyone’s attention, nor has she ever had the ambition to become a great person. She just wants to live a peaceful life, a simple and peaceful life. She does not think there is anything wrong with being ordinary, on the contrary, she appreciates the greatness that belongs to ordinary. She knows that the glory of the world is just an evaluation of the outside world, and the real happiness lies in the peace of the heart. Those so-called glory will eventually disappear without a trace with the passage of time, and only the peace of mind in one’s heart can accompany oneself for a long time throughout life.
“Thinking about the seeds, the sprouts of the manas.” Feng Jin always inadvertently immerses herself in memories, recalling those dreams and hopes she once had. She does not regret her choice, because she knows that she has tried her best to live every day. She never expected any miracles, nor did she desire any changes. She lived in this small town, leading a simple life, passing by all the trivial things that happened without any waves. She had no regrets, because her life was chosen by herself, and she never tried to change anything. Life for her was a long wait, waiting for the years to bring everything that should come.
“Footprints of fate.” Feng Jin’s fate seemed to have been predetermined. From the moment she was born, she was destined to take a different path. She may never be able to enter those shining stages, nor can she ever become those heroes. There is no dazzling brilliance in her life, only that quiet tranquility. She does not have too many stories, only ordinary years quietly passing behind her.
However, Feng Jin still believes that fate does not have to be brilliant and outstanding. Sometimes, ordinary itself is a kind of beauty, a kind of warmth, and a kind of reassuring power. She once thought that she might be destined not to have an extraordinary life, but this did not prevent her from finding her own beauty in the ordinary. Life is a long journey, and Feng Jin is just one of the passers-by who walk quietly.