And today, I found out that the solid wood piano I've cherished for 10 years broke down last week. Honestly, I'm so upset, but strangely, I rationalized it as "relieving a burden from my life." I seem to attach great significance to losing, throwing away, or enduring something, wanting to prove that I'm living a good life . I'll find a piano repairman to fix it, but watching the repair process feels like a special assignment to me.