I know the world is bustling with activity, but it has nothing to do with me

I stood on the bank of the Ganges in Varanasi, where the daytime temperature was 20 degrees Celsius. I could never have a more peaceful and peaceful moment than this.

In the distance, a young dark-skinned local man pulled a boat and moored it on the shore. The sunset glow shines on the gentle river, and little sparks rise one after another like holy light.

It is said that the water of the Ganges can wash away sins and illnesses and help souls ascend to heaven. Countless Indians come to bathe in this river. The lower body of the faithful men and women were immersed in the river water. They put their hands together, closed their eyes and prayed for blessings, with serious expressions. There are also many believers who will bring the remains of their loved ones here for cremation and scatter the ashes in this river.

However, the water of the Ganges River you see is turbid.

There is no clear line between the holy and the dirty.

During this trip, I didn’t take any photos because I wanted to try my best to describe the world I saw with my eyes through my words. Use words to describe how I feel.

Not an image, not a picture.

I know that my country, which is thirty degrees longitude away from me, is the coldest season of the year. The air is biting and everything is bleak, but the atmosphere at this time is strong and festive, and the gorgeous fireworks are in the air. People were running around unscrupulously in the grand night, and every family was having a reunion dinner. The food was steaming, rich and delicious. Or they were playing calligraphy or mahjong under the bright and dazzling lamps, or they were sitting together watching the Spring Festival Gala held by the central government, laughing and laughing...

And I am fond of annual festivals, such as the Mid-Autumn Festival. During the Spring Festival and my birthday, I am always extremely frightened and at a loss as to what to do. The desolation and bustle of the world have nothing to do with me. They don't belong to me.

In the New Year, I sent many, many red envelopes to people who were closely related to me in the past year. I just simply said, happy new year.

In the past, I always thought that ordinary people would pursue good health and everything goes well. Such unrealistic words. Why not pursue making big money. success. famous. Promotion, etc. Only now, after experiencing many things in the world, do I realize how shallow I am. How difficult it is to be healthy. How difficult it is to have everything go as planned.

Just like before, I didn’t understand that someone would keep an old shop and maintain its existence for ten years without expanding or taking advantage of small things. Be a fool's craftsman.

In life, what else can we pursue, what else can be more important. The last thing is nothing more than good health and peace. That’s all.

Going to the Ganges was my previously planned trip, but the reality is that I missed my flight to Varanasi today. I don’t want to tell you the bitter history of these two days here.

Since God has prevented me from reaching the Ganges on this trip, I will come again next time. Just don't go.

Ganges. Let it remain in my strange shadow.

At this moment, I am in a hotel within 10 kilometers of the airport. The hotel is located in a rundown area. I don't know where it is either.

Next to it is a dusty, dilapidated concrete road. The hotel where I stayed had no windows, was cramped and the air was stuffy. Prepare to get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning to leave the hotel and go to the airport.

The night is lonely and desolate at this moment. I have just finished dinner alone. The dinner is a cup of coffee and a plate of vegetable salad. I didn’t eat too much salad, and now I am hungry. Listening to "The Blue Cafe" by Chris Rea.

Perhaps it’s because it’s too hot here and I suffer from heatstroke. My head has been hurting these days. Drowsy. And often in a blank state unable to think. Wandering outside during the day, there is dust in my mouth, nostrils, and ear holes. I wash my face several times a day.

Forget about missing the flight, plus being tricked by the driver at the airport. Kind. evil. poor. luxury. Survive. sacred. dark. These words put together are India. A country with such contradictions and opposites.

And all happiness comes from contrast.

But India fascinates me. Like a decadent but unique singer with personality.

Now the dreams in my mind are filled with Indians speaking English that makes me confused.

I made a temporary decision to go to Türkiye.

Moscow. Jerusalem. Buenos Aires. Arctic. Kyoto. This is where I plan to go next.

I had planned to go to Kyoto, Japan, but my visa was not approved. Forget it. I want to wait until my writing is good enough. I want to write a novel for Kyoto. A full-length romance novel.

I have been waiting for a long time. I've been preparing.

Travel, read, write, cultivate your mind, and work. Other than that, everything else doesn't really matter.

A few things in life.

That's not what I'm doing. Just walk on the path of these things. But I was on the road, passing by this place, the people I met, and the things that happened.

Like a crow flying by in a hurry, looking for its own shelter, however, I saw the prosperity of the world, the excitement, the faith, the filth, and the nothingness. But I have nothing to do with this place.

The world is prosperous and bustling, but it has nothing to do with me.

They do not belong to me!