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 that time, I thought, if I can keep it alive for fifty days, it means some things can live without too much effort.
Now it has really grown roots, thin and white, floating in the water.
Day 50. Halfway.
Looking back at what I wrote over these fifty days:
Sometimes I write on airplanes, the person next to me watching movies while I'm writing about the relationship between K-lines and Zhuangzi;
Sometimes I write in cafes, when a server comes by to refill water and asks what I'm writing, I say I'm keeping a diary, and she smiles and leaves;
Sometimes I write late at night, when the whole city is asleep, just 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.
Some people ask: what's the point of writing this?
Can you make money from it? Can you gain 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, every day I would spend more time observing life.
Watching how clouds drift, how leaves grow, how sunlight slowly crawls from the windowsill to the bed.
These have nothing to do with K-lines, they have to do with myself.
Day 50, exactly halfway.
I don't know what will happen in the remaining fifty days.
But with your company, that's enough.
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