Chapter 662: Chapter 415: Have I Failed? (5200 words, seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)_3
She then slowly sat on the bed, picked up Harrison’s hand, and her fingertips gently scratched his palm, “Didn’t we figure this out yesterday?”
“Huh?”
“Are you stuck on a dead end? We are the ones who were left behind! Your future self is still waiting for us to create a better present for him! Why are you so sure that you lost your ti-traveling ability instead of us being just left behind? Do you have any evidence? If there’s no evidence to prove it, why don’t you think positively? What are you thinking?”
Harrison felt a sudden jolt, startled and speechless.
The two stared at each other for a full five minutes.
He scratched his head awkwardly, “Yeah, it’s possible, huh?”
Carrie slapped his head, “It’s not just possible, it’s definitely true, we have to believe that, we have to tell ourselves!”
“Haha…hahaha…yeah, right.”
Harrison had an epiphany.
No wonder in the previous tiline, after each ti he traveled, he would have a period of hibernation, where he wouldn’t show up, interact with others, or even work, appearing rather unproductive.
At that ti, he didn’t take it seriously and didn’t think it was a big issue.
When he used to look through historical records, his perspective would span across centuries, even reaching a thousand years, and his own “short” lifespan covered hundreds of years at least.
In such a long ti span, a one or two-month gap was insignificant.
Looking back from the perspective of historical materials, during this period, even though Harrison didn’t appear in person, he was still pulling strings behind the scenes to advance the original plans. Hence, the peculiarity was not noticeable without careful scrutiny.
Now, Harrison understood.
This period was indeed his low point.
He would experience such pain and panic every ti.
He had to brace himself psychologically, telling himself that there was a possibility, before he could adjust and resu his working state.
If Carrie wasn’t by his side today, with his personality, Harrison would have chosen to hide, gradually recover, and slowly get out of the dead-end mindset by constantly encouraging himself, choosing self-deception to believe in the second, better possibility, and fight for his life with great determination.
Although this process seems easy, it’s hard to tell how much negative emotion, psychological twists and turns, and struggling in the mud of despair Harrison had to get through. Only he could guess and imagine.
He suddenly grinned and squeezed Carrie’s hand, “Thank goodness you’re here this ti.”
Carrie: “Yeah. You’re welco.”
“It’s so good to have you.”
After a mont of silence, Carrie suddenly grinned, “But from now on, we two are the ones destined to disappear as false people.”
Harrison startled, then laughed, “Haha, okay, but it doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it doesn’t matter. What matters is how much wealth of civilization we, two false people, can leave for the future and the true future.”
“Yeah, let’s cheer up and work.”
Harrison chatted with Carrie for a while longer, ate breakfast together in a hurry, and then personally drove her to Mason Academy.
Yes, Carrie lied last night.
She didn’t take sick leave.
Harrison watched as Carrie stepped through the entrance of Mason Academy.
She turned around as she was about to turn the corner into the hallway.
They waved to each other from a distance.
Harrison turned around, got in the car, and prepared to drive away.
Carrie called him again.
“Actually, I had an idea for a new song this morning. I’m not going to class today. I’ll work on the lyrics and basic lody first.”
“What song?”
“Happiness to the Nth Power.”
“Ah, such a cheesy na.”
“Happiness is a cheesy thing after all, like bread, butter, and tea.”
Harrison laughed, “But I believe this song will definitely be very special.”
“Of course. By the way, I’ve also learned Yodeling recently, I’ll let you listen next ti.”
“Ah? Going to sing it in the song?”
“No.”
“Then, when can I listen?”
“You guess.”
Carrie hung up the call.
Harrison scratched his head for a mont and then laughed foolishly for a while before continuing to drive.
Life has to go on, and the future is still unknown.
Everyone must struggle on their own path.
Harrison planned to go to the North Arica Branch Company’s headquarters.
He thought of the chubby European guy in his mind.
The chubby guy must be busy looking at spreadsheets and getting familiar with the business now.
He had just arrived yesterday and had already signed up for an MBA at the University of California, Berkeley.
Actually, he already had an MBA, but he wanted to study it again to make up for the mistakes he made in his previous casual days.
Lately, the chubby guy has developed a not-so-good catchphrase.
“Master, I won’t let you down, nor will I let my father, my wife, and my children down!”
Harrison didn’t like this catchphrase of the chubby guy.
He had a different view.
It reminded him of the thinking cocoon room in the 31st century of the last tiline.
He realized that the biggest problem in people’s life values in that tiline was that people were not striving for themselves, but for others’ recognition.
“Others” in this case ant a wide range, from family, relatives, friends, teachers, colleagues, anyone in society to ancient people who are “well-inford below the spring.”
For example, when most people beca Galaxy Warriors, they thought that they could bring glory to their family and improve the social status of their community.
He personally felt this very deeply when he returned to his hotown in Boston. The family mbers and relatives who praised him and felt proud of his achievents also felt the sa way.
At the sa ti, other younger family mbers always craved his recognition, but the family bonds remained weak as everyone was busy with their own tasks, trying to do their duties, telling themselves not to bring sha upon their top-level warrior.
Going back further in ti, starting from the year 2500, the core belief that drove people was not to waste the efforts of their ancestors like Harrison, and not to disappoint their predecessors.
On the surface, this was a good habit, a shortcut to obtaining a resolute will, but shortcuts always ca at a price.
The price was that people artificially constructed thinking cocoons.
Harrison now thinks this is all wrong.
The support of people’s beliefs should not be based on others’ recognition.
Such a life view is vanity at its core, and it constitutes a core part of the thinking cocoon frawork.
The driving force for people’s struggle should be more self-driven than external-driven.
The belief should be to achieve one’s life value.
Intrinsic motivation is more resilient, lasting, and stable than extrinsic motivation.
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