Or, to put it another way, what I really care about is how different I am from a bag of chips. It feels that human beings have also been endowed with so-called meanings, such as reproduction. So what exactly is the difference?
Some people say that the meaning of life is to find your own meaning, I think this is nonsense. I think the meaning of life is not to look elsewhere, but to give yourself a meaning. But because human beings usually cannot avoid contact with each other, most of the time, the meaning of their own life is completely for others. Even if the meaning of your life is "I want to live happily", it is difficult for you to deny that no matter how brainwashed you are, your happiness is based on the approval of others or the universal value of society. Unless you have your own unique skill or talent, in other words you have a particularly awesome skill. It's not the kind that I can draw, I can draw, I can take pictures. It is a very, very, very powerful skill, so powerful that you can really dominate and decide something, even though these so-called sense of accomplishment are actually just an illusion. Thinking about it this way, I really live at the low end of the food chain, who can't draw or P pictures. But if you look at the lower end, there are really several layers. Go to the dark web and you will know what life can be like.
So the ordinary me, who is doing ordinary jobs, grows up day by day, and grows up enough to believe in my mediocrity, even though there are occasional dreams and expectations that have not been erased, and I am also excited after watching some movies where little people save the world. I, why should I live? Or maybe that's what life is about.
Perhaps so, why did Sisyphus move the stone? You see, if you are given an hour, but don't tell you what to do with this hour, but you have to do something. If you don't give you a mobile phone, computer, book, Rubik's cube, etc., then even if you only have a tablecloth in front of you, you will choose to play for an hour. That's it.
It's like the last scene of the first part of Death Is Coming. Not only because of the realistic effect of the human skin being burned and peeled off by the slow motion footage, and the deep despair contained in the silent cry. More because I saw us. In this bizarre world, I have encountered bad luck, I have been panicked and overwhelmed, I have been complacent with luck, I have gathered the courage to face everything, I have laughed, and I have cried. However, in the end, we, who were trapped in the chains of fate, still burned with all the pain, all the helplessness, and all the unwillingness.
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