There are 1,000 possibilities in life, it is your freedom to choose

When June was about to leave school, the dormitory had a late-night conversation about their future lives.

Roommate A hopes to engage in a job corresponding to his major. Roommate B decided to return to his hometown to live a peaceful life. Roommate C was proud of the offer he got from a state-owned enterprise. I was the only one who felt out of place. , and told them that maybe I would become a freelance writer.

Roommate C said, I really envy you, but I have no other way out except entering a state-owned enterprise.

Roommate B said that it is our family tradition and I can only go back.

Roommate A said, to be honest, I have studied major for four years, and I don’t know what else to do besides this.

Their voices were lonely and their expressions were sad, but there was a sense of self-comfort and powerlessness.

In fact, many times I don’t understand why in the eyes of so many people, life is such a similar and simple thing.

It seems that after nine years of compulsory education, we go to first-tier cities or return to our hometown, work hard for a few years or spend a few years idle, then fall in love and get married, have a husband and raise children, and a plain life is already complete enough. .

The difference is only in being richer or poorer.

But life is obviously not like this. Just like the world, it is far broader than we imagine.

When I was twenty, I spent an entire summer in Tibet.

There, I met a friend.

The boy is no longer young. He is traveling with a dog he picked up from Vietnam. It is already his eighth trip to Tibet.

When we first met, we spent a lot of time looking for each other. The alleys of Barkhor Street were winding and winding. When I followed the Amap to find a fly noodle restaurant, I was almost exhausted.

He and his friends were waiting for me at the noodle shop early. The beef noodles poured with red oil were crowded on the small table, making them mouth-watering.

Fat Chong worked many jobs in his early years, selling both his physical strength and his brain. Later, he opened a store in Xiamen. During its heyday, he also lost some money. After that, he started traveling.

He first rode a motorcycle to Southeast Asia, visiting one country after another. Later, he picked up a puppy in Hoi An, Vietnam, and took the puppy with him to start traveling.

When I met Fat Chong, he drove a shabby car and ran around China, eating and living in the car.

The little puppy has grown up, named Shuangxi, and is slim and graceful.

After dinner, we went to Fat Chong’s friend’s shop to pick up some postcards.

During the past few years on the road, Fei Chong made a public account to record his life. Because of his interesting writing, unique experiences, and many followers. This time, these postcards are to be picked up and sent to those readers.

"Actually, it's not that noble. I accept advertisements and sell goods. After all, I still have to live." Fidgeting with the postcards, Fatty told us.

Often when he travels, he finds some interesting gadgets somewhere and sells them on the official account, which not only satisfies readers’ shopping desires, but also earns some purchasing fees. "Street stalls in the Internet era, you know."

He smiled, his eyebrows soft.

A person of about the same age who does not have a stable job, a stable house, or a girl will inevitably seem to be unstable.

We always ignore the more critical question: What is stability?

I have heard a saying before, saying that peace of mind is life. This is probably the best explanation for stability in my opinion.

Whether you are living in a small corner or fighting at the end of the world, wherever you feel at ease, that is the right way to live.

This is true for fat insects, so why is it not true for us?

A few days ago, I heard from Fatty that he was about to embark on a long-distance self-driving trip. As usual, I took Little Double Happiness with me, starting from Tibet, passing through the long no-man's land, passing through the Gobi and deserts, to Xinjiang, to Inner Mongolia, to Russia, and at the end of the year, I returned to Fujian to celebrate the New Year.

"Actually, living on the road is not that difficult or difficult." I remembered what Fat Insect said to me when I first saw him, "It's just that many people think like this. It was killed early in the childhood when it was not framed."

"Isn't life just about being happy?"

"Yes, anyway, our life is short. Ten years is not worth mentioning in the long history. "

The person who said this to me is a girl named Alu, who is as old as me.

It was raining heavily in Lijiang on the day I met her. Wrapped in a headscarf, I saw her for the first time through the noise and crowds of people at night. She wore a long white skirt with a black cloak, a hat with a large brim, and an umbrella handle. She smiled slyly, like a witch.

She sat on the curb opposite me writing poetry.

I couldn't hold it back, so I went up to strike up a conversation.

That year, Alu was not yet twenty years old. He dropped out of school and came to Lijiang carrying a guitar, camera and paintbrush.

Lijiang was no longer in good shape at that time. Like everyone else, I didn’t understand why she came to stay for a long time.

She lowered her head and smiled, her voice smelling like smoke. Lijiang is still the same Lijiang, but you are no longer the same people.

She took me to an inn called "Jianghu". There are a group of people living in the inn, including folk singers who have wandered all the way, hikers who have just returned from a long journey, boys who ran away from home before they were minors, and writers who have published more than ten books.

They are all too strong, different styles collide together, blending into a refuge-like warmth.

A Lu said that she is an artist.

At that time, she and some of her friends were working on a brand called "Wild". They made many albums, released many peripherals, and even wrote a few songs to sing.

"Life should be like this, free, primitive and savage." Alu fiddled with the cigarette case with disdain, "So many rules and shackles are wrong, all of them."< /p>

She played the piano to me and sang softly, but there was some indescribable weakness.

"This road may be difficult and far away." She told me, "But we can't do it unless we do it."

The year I met Alu, I am in my second year of college, and I am still trying to figure out myself.

I gradually realized that maybe what I need is not such a brilliant halo or such proud achievements. I want to get close to the world and the part that is not bound by the rules.

At that time, I started to go on many trivial trips, experienced some stories during the trip, and got some information about life from them.

At that time, Alu appeared in my life briefly.

Later I left Lijiang and didn’t see her again until a long time later.

In those years, she traveled between islands and deserts, and visited many cities and villages.

She shaved her head, wore a black robe, and ran barefoot on the warm and desolate land of Gansu. When she looked back and smiled, she was as cheerful as a boy.

Their photography albums began to be released and sold well, as did the clothes they designed.

I looked at her, living a normal life, playing the piano, singing, taking pictures and painting, and gradually transformed the words "non-mainstream" that had been attached to their heads in the past into "non-mainstream". "Pioneers" and "cutting-edge", when I see these, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart just like I have seen her freedom for many years.

One day a long time later, in Shanghai, Alu and I met again.

She is still the same, hyperactive, playful, and laughs wildly and cunningly, as if no time or experience has left any trace on her body.

We made an appointment to have a drink at a bar on Wukang Road. I was a little late. When I entered the door, she stopped me with a bottle of beer and asked me to hold the door open and jump on a steel pipe in front of everyone before I was allowed in.

While joking and joking, it seemed like I was back in the inn called Jianghu, where all the rules were broken and no one was restricted.

She told me that it was good, life should be so free.

I nodded, feeling that I could not agree more.

That year, we were twenty-one years old. Just after getting rid of exam-oriented education, we are about to slam ourselves into the cage of society. And she hid her eyes under the brim of the big hat, already looking like she could see everything.

"I don't go to school, I don't work, I'm not great, it doesn't matter." She smiled, "There are always choices in life, and I choose freedom."

Then, respect this freedom. Live life.

I think of the trip I took a few days ago.

The trip came about by chance. I participated in a travel experiencer activity and happened to be selected, so I was sent to Bali with the same experiencers.

The boy traveling with us is named Fuji. He is in his twenties, has dark skin, and is a professional traveler.

When he was in college, he dropped out of school, took the train with his savings, and went to Europe from China. For three months, he was on the road.

During this protracted trip, he took photos and left words, which became an important weight for him to better continue his travel life.

Later, he spent another three months traveling around Southeast Asia, living on the beach, learning to surf and dive; later, after I met him, he was already a professional travel experiencer. The content of the job is to travel.

In the past, I didn’t actually know that such a profession existed.

During those days on the road, several of us went to many places together.

Different from my leisurely state of going out with my mobile phone and selfie stick, Fuji always carries a backpack full of equipment when he goes out.

Aerial photography, action cameras, SLRs, Polaroids... While everyone was having fun, he was alone with his bag and playing with the machines, busy taking videos and photos; when he arrived at his residence at night, his friends As soon as the music starts and the beer is poured, the party begins. He was the only one who imported the memory cards into the computer one by one and sorted them into categories.

In my eyes, that look is even a little funny.

But he said that every journey must leave enough material and produce beautiful works before he can continue on.

It’s actually not easy.

Everyone is making trouble, but he is conscientious and conscientious. They are all fun-loving people. I looked at his serious look and couldn't even ask: Are you having fun?

Even judging from his skillful and calm appearance, he has long been accustomed to this rhythm.

Fuji has been to fifty or sixty countries along the way. He has cooperated with many large companies and produced excellent films one after another. He has been invited to participate in various star-studded events. He will continue to do so. As we go on, we are at an age where some people are still confused and some will become insensitive.

While chatting, we laughed at him for living too much of a business life.

But he was fiddling with his mobile phone and spoke in an understatement: It’s free to fly a plane, it’s free to learn to skydive, it’s free to stay in a hotel, it’s free to learn to dive. There are so many fun things in the world, how can we do it if we don’t work hard to do it?

He takes everything for granted, but it seems that we are too particular about it.

That’s right, you have to do what you like.

Speaking of careers, doctors, teachers, and civil servants are not the only ones. You are in your twenties, an age with a high rate of error. If you don’t do what you want to do at this time, how can you wait until you are seventy? Try again?

I don’t want it, I want the most enjoyment and happiness.

Later, I finally became a freelance writer. Every day I woke up in a small town in Yunnan and opened the window to see the Erhai Lake.

I finally understood the true meaning of what A Lu said, "A few decades is not worth mentioning in the long river of history."

She is saying that life is long and I only need to please myself.

There are too many rules for young people in this world. They are piled up and taller than a girl wearing high heels.

We should be content and ambitious at the same time; we should be law-abiding but also unexpected; we should be pure and happy, but also sultry in love; we should be indifferent to fame and wealth, but also middle class.

We are exhausted, but we cannot do one thousandth of it.

It’s better to just focus on loving yourself.

In the years that followed, I met hundreds of interesting people on the road. They each had their own way of living and their own pursuits. They ran around happily on the road of life, and every second They all found it enjoyable.

They let me know that there are thousands of kinds of life in this world, and we are the ones with the right to choose.

You can be whatever you want to be.

We are all one of the thousands of unique possibilities.

This article is published with the authorization of the author Jing, and is first published by Jianzu self-media. The copyright belongs to the author and Jianzu.