Day 50 · Halfway

The mint on the windowsill has grown new leaves again.
I remember on the first day when I was writing these words, I casually snapped off a branch and put it in water. At that time, I thought, if I could keep it alive for fifty days, it would prove that some things don't need much effort to survive.
Now it has really grown roots, thin and white, drifting in the water.
Day 50. Halfway.
Looking back at the words I've written over these fifty days:
Sometimes I write on airplanes, the person next to me watching movies, while I write about the relationship between K-lines and Zhuangzi;
Sometimes I write in cafes, a server comes by to refill my water and asks what I'm writing, I say a diary, she smiles and leaves;
Sometimes I write in the dead of night, the whole city is asleep, only me and the glowing screen.
When I was writing, I never thought I could reach day fifty.
Just like when I planted the mint, I never thought it could survive.
Someone asked: what's the point of writing these?
Can it make money? Can it increase followers? Can it become a code to wealth?
Honestly, I don't know.
But what I do know is:
Over these fifty days, because I had to write something, I observed life a little more each day.
Watching how clouds drift, how leaves grow, how sunlight slowly crawls from the windowsill to the bed.
These have nothing to do with K-lines, everything to do with myself.
Day 50, exactly halfway.
I don't know what will happen in the remaining fifty days.
But with your company, that's enough.
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