At that moment, you feel happy, and then you feel extremely happy, you feel that this is the beginning of happiness, and you feel countless hopes. But it wasn't until the end that you realized that after that, happiness never came. Only then you are happy, and "that" is happiness itself.
I remember very clearly when I felt that I could not find the meaning of life. In the winter of the year when I was 5 years old, my mother and I took the train back to my grandma and grandpa’s house in the Northeast. My mother has always been a person who is very dependent on others. Every winter and summer vacation, we will go back to our hometown. We took the train for two days, and then we needed to reverse the car to get to the small county town. We got on the long-distance bus and drove for most of the day. I was standing at the place where I got into the car. I looked at the trees on both sides of the narrow road, and it was very familiar. I remembered that it should be coming soon. I clearly remember the feeling of joy at that time, so happy, the long, long journey is finally coming to an end, and this end we have been looking forward to for so long. Then, I saw the driver, a middle-aged man, driving with a blank expression. Suddenly, great sadness surrounds me. I asked my mom how happy we were when we got to our destination, but for him (the driver), the whole journey meant nothing to him. When he got to the end, he just drove back again, so why did he go on this journey? I don't remember my mother's answer. But this feeling of loss and huge "emptiness" I have experienced many times since then.
Is the coming and going of life meaningful?
Maybe only face life, understand it, and then choose to give up, as the movie says.
PS: This movie made me cry from the middle to the end. . .
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