How useless can a person be?
In April last year, I met a "waste" on the streets of Chengdu. He did not work or rent an apartment, and lived in a tent in an abandoned parking lot for 200 days.
He now makes a living by delivering food. I followed him for a day and was even more anxious than he was - he was the kind of rider who would wait quietly at the intersection for the red light to turn green.
There was an order that was three minutes away from timeout. I stood on tiptoe in the back seat of the electric car to look for the sign. When I found it, I quickly pointed it out to him, but he acted like a normal person. The last order was only 50 seconds away from timeout.
It rained for a few days and the freight was very high, but he actually stopped running. I steamed a herb duck and made a cup of black tea after the meal. Alas, maybe it takes more courage to give up.
Those of us who hate our jobs and are afraid of losing our jobs will probably never have the courage to leave this system. We can't help but strive to be the best even if we are delivering takeaways. He said he was lonely sometimes.
For example, once when he was delivering food, he was hit by a car. The owner of the car on the opposite side made several calls, but he didn't know who to call. He stood in the middle of the intersection, scrolling aimlessly on his phone, but he didn't know what he wanted to do with it.
When the COVID-19 epidemic was first released, he was lying in a tent with a high fever, no medicine, and almost died from the pain. He thought at the time that if he really died here, no one would find him until the body stunk.
He gave up the pursuit of so-called success and achievement and felt that his life had neither meaning nor value...
