I went all the way alone, missed some glowing symbols and got spotted by the hostile creatures, nevertheless, with a short scarf I arrived at the foot of the mountain, where every player would fall. It didn't matter how good you played before, how long the scarf you acquired, it all got frozen.

Intense pressure and oppression with overwhelming loneliness, a sudden death following a solemn trial. I got reborn and suddenly received the longest scarf I ever got, stood in a wonderland. No obstruction in sight, no frighten in mind, I flew readily and breezily towards the too-bright light, smiled bitterly outside the screen.

It was 1 am, I finally stopped typing W, watched the ending scene and sat feebly on the chair, feeling fatigued and unwell in my body, which made me began to afraid of getting infected by a coronavirus.

Is playing an emotional game too much for a sympathetic? This overswelling loneliness and desperate longing for salvation, I could already strongly feel it even only by watching it. But now going through the participation that intensified by initiative game operate, I felt like I was worn-out broken fragments spilling all over the ground.

I can always get there with or without accompanying, but since I don’t have any belief so getting there is only my fate but not my accomplishment isn't it? So it named JOURNEY, the same as our life of which the essence is the process of approaching but not arriving.

No one ever reached the light, we kept moving towards it and fell at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by the snowstorm. The limits of human being and ruthless rules of the world stands between the individual and their eternal longing.

Notwithstanding, an individual's personal light separates from the timeless higher belief. That's why you achieved your goal the moment you fell in front of the mountain, during the process of struggling and approaching. You died and became a new gravestone, guided and sheltered the next generation. You added one more stepping stone in mankind history.

Then we learn that the light is never for reaching but for pursuing. It's a wonderland in which reside all the beautiful dreams without nightmares. It has never and will never exist. So what matters is never where you start or where you end, you are part of this spreading jigsaw puzzle, you just conduct and complete your own journey.

What else needs to be mentioned is the companion we've met during the journey, the social connection which attached us to the world.

You are one piece of the jigsaw puzzle, in both the long history and contemporary society. So what are you without the context, without other pieces around you? "The existence of individual freedom, even the definition of 'individual', needs a reference, and that is other people."[1] You differ from others, you can complete yourself, but you can only do that by using a reference to locate yourself first. That reference is your social connection, that reference defines you as a human being. Among that social connection, most of them stand with a distance, smile at you or spit on you; several of them accompany you closely in part of your journey, like the partner you randomly met in this game. You meet, you get connected, you separate, like all the same old story.

Take it from someone who grew up by not believing any meaning in social connection, and then learned that human beings are inescapably social animals after all. There is no meaning, but there is a fact.

In this incessantly fragmentized chaotic era, in this alarming crisis in which people are running away from each other, things will continually get weird. When I was walking alone, nothing saved me except the effort I put in saving myself. The effort itself, the struggle itself. Apart from that was luck, a lot of luck: the carpet lifted me, the gravestone sheltered me, the companion accepted me in their journey. I didn't meet any in this game, I met several in my life.

We will always get somewhere with or without accompanying, we will always finish the journey willingly or reluctantly. When encountering hostile creatures and snowstorm, I don't have any higher belief up on the mountain in front, other than coping this feeling of absurdity around the clock, by keep struggling, approaching, and occasionally connecting.

And then right in the glaring divine light, I hear the sigh and applause from Sisyphus.

[1] https://www.weibo.com/1288345514/ImsjYigSB 个人自由，甚至“个人”要成立，需要参照，那就是他人。