Year after year – Preface to 2016

I finally had some free time today and cleaned up my Weibo account. I found that many people's last update was in 2013 or 2014. I sighed and realized that our generation has left the ranks of the "main force" and entered a new, ordinary life.

Actually, I rarely look at Weibo since graduation. I always feel that life has become smaller, there is less information, and many things have slowly changed, but I didn't feel that anything was wrong. Now, looking back, I realize that these changes have accumulated to a frightening extent.

Recently, I inadvertently recalled my blog posts from junior high school, where I "criticized" office workers. They were constantly in front of computers, and despite not having as much work (compared to studying), why didn't they seem as focused and sensitive as students? Now, it seems I've joined that group that was criticized. My blog updates have decreased, my thoughts aren't as active, and I'm even too lazy to write or say anything. "Working is so tiring" has become a mantra; it seems like there's nothing else I can do besides work.

They themselves have become a tool of social productivity.

It's strange, really. I spent far more time in class and doing homework than at work now, yet I always seemed to have so much more to do and so many ideas back then. It feels like even the little lapses in concentration during class could create a whole new world, from stories and novels to observations of new markets. My mind was always so active back then—I can't quite put my finger on it, but it was definitely better than it is now. The more I know, the less I want to think.

I remember talking to my professors after starting university, mentioning that university life was too fragmented, making it difficult to concentrate on one thing at a time. Now I realize I gradually fell into this trap after high school; time became increasingly scattered, and the number of things I wanted to do grew to the point where I didn't want to do them anymore. Slowly, the best time became late at night, when the world was quiet, and I began to focus.

Time flies, and I hope I can break out of this vicious cycle soon.

This year I've been almost completely silent, isolating myself at home. It's been a rather dull year, but finally, something very exciting has happened at the end of the year. The only thing that excites me now is the progress I've made on my path to realizing my dreams. In 2012, we did something remarkable; in 2014, that thing was upgraded; and in 2016, it will reach its highest level. The New Year is almost here, so I'll mention the details in this year's "Year After Year" reflection section; otherwise, there really isn't much to write about this year. Haha...

This is terrible. I only wrote two blog posts in a year. Am I busy, lazy, or just busy doing nothing?

I can't think of a title again. Since I've already dug a hole, I'll just use it as a "preface".