Day 50 · Halfway

The mint on the windowsill has sprouted new leaves again.
I remember on the first day writing these words, I casually broke off a branch and put it in water. At the time I thought, if I can keep it alive for fifty days, it means some things don't need much effort to survive.
Now it has really grown roots, thin and white, floating in the water.
Day fifty. Half way there.
Looking back at what I've written over these fifty days:
Sometimes I write on airplanes, the person next to me watching a movie, while I'm writing about the relationship between K-lines and Zhuangzi;
Sometimes I write in cafes, a server comes to refill my water, asks what I'm writing, I say diary, she smiles and walks away;
Sometimes I write late at night, the entire city asleep, just me and the glowing screen.
When I was writing, I never thought I'd make it to fifty days.
Just like when I planted the mint, I didn't think it would survive.
Someone asked: what's the point of writing all this?
Can it make money? Can it grow followers? Can it become a wealth code?
To be honest, I don't know.
But what I do know is:
Over these fifty days, because I need to write something, every day I observe life a little more carefully.
Watching how clouds float, how leaves grow, how sunlight slowly crawls from the windowsill onto the bed.
These things have nothing to do with K-lines, they have to do with myself.
Day fifty, exactly halfway.
I don't know what will happen in the remaining fifty days.
But with your companionship, that's enough.
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