Day 50 · Halfway

The mint on the windowsill has sprouted new leaves again.
I remember on the first day when I was writing these words, I casually pinched off a branch and put it in water. At that time, I thought, if I can keep it alive for fifty days, it would show that some things can survive without too much effort.
Now it has really grown roots, thin and white, drifting in the water.
Day 50. Halfway.
Looking back at what I've written over these fifty days:
Sometimes I write on airplanes, the person next to me is watching a movie, while I'm writing about the relationship between K-lines and Zhuangzi;
Sometimes I write in a coffee shop, the server comes to refill water, asks what I'm writing, I say I'm writing a diary, she smiles and walks away;
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'd make it to day fifty.
Just like when I planted the mint, I never thought it would survive.
Someone asked: what's the use of writing these?
Can it make money? Can it increase 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 had to write something, I've observed life a little more each day.
Watching how clouds drift, how leaves grow, how sunlight slowly crawls from the windowsill onto the bed.
These have nothing to do with K-lines, they have to do with myself.
Day 50, exactly halfway.
What happens in the remaining fifty days, I don't know.
But with your company, that's enough.
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