I just finished reading 挪威的森林.

While reading the book, I felt as though all of us are sick in our head. We all have a certain kind of mental illness, especially in this complicated and fast-moving world. 

Yet it's the way that we handle it that makes us either "normal" or "insane". Staying optimistic and strong. Or being defeated by pain and swallowed by sorrow. They are just separated by a very thin line. 一线之间？一念之间？This moment I may be sitting here, writing something positive. Next moment, I might be lying there worrying about something stupid.

Our hearts are easily moved and tempted if not controlled properly (or systematically?). We must really take good care of ourselves and try to play less foolish games.

眼前视线也许很模糊，但是我们还是得试着 move on. 我也不知道持续这样子一直走会带我到哪里。会到一个理想？还是继续转圈圈？谁知道呀？我只知道选择继续走下去总比被一堆烂泥缠身好吧？左转、右转或直走都会带你到不同地方，都会有各种不同的体验吧？

There are some situations that we shouldn't rush. 猴急只会让我们失去理智。When the time is ripe, the answer will find us or vice versa. 命里有时终须有，命里无时莫强求。对吗？

I'm not sure whether this is what the book is trying to tell, but this is at least how I feel now.