I often feel that the path of human growth is really difficult. Centuries of savagery in the age of the apes, and dictatorship for a dozen centuries in the age of darkness. Finally, in the 21st century, I have slowly entered another period of civilization that tends to be happy. I often wonder if it is the most unknown cosmic force that endows human beings with such an evil heart, and at the same time often balances evil with goodwill and truth. Flowers, in which countless games of good and evil have been staged for a long time to win the universe a smile?
People living today rarely think of bloodshed and sacrifice, and never think of accumulating their own happiness with the blood of others. However, just a hundred years ago, on the edge of the longest age a person could grow in life, in 1911, there were countless people with ideals who sacrificed their blood for the ideals of democracy and republic, and countless others who acted as Characters of mutineers, cannibals, and indifferent ones.
Even today, in any developing country, in any country that has not yet learned the spirit of modern social civilization, the bloodshed of a few people is not happening around us, and the bloodshed of the weak is not in the Internet public opinion and news. happening.
Men create power and violence, but women create powerful lives. Life is often beautiful and simple at first. How can we really change the lives around us, and even the lives of others, a question that is too light and too bitter? Maybe every ordinary person can start by cherishing and respecting life and life, and every ordinary person can start by educating himself and his children. Maybe everyone can start by asserting even a little bit of their rights. Of course, it is the elites and those with power who should bear the moral responsibility more. We tend to sympathize with the weak and uphold justice for rights with the dream of the world's poor people being happy. At the same time, we are all guarding the bottom line of life, happiness, well-being and respect.
If we don’t have the strength to cry out in our hearts, it’s too fickle jokes to seek shelter.
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