In fact, I have been aware of this problem several times, but in short, I only think about it occasionally, and then I was immediately relieved by more examples of people being lazy, so I became lazy with peace of mind.
The last time I realized When I came to this question, I was discussing travel with the young master when I went to NY recently. Originally, I had the idea to drive to DC to see it. Later, I did some research and found that the rental car was a bit expensive, so the two of us tacitly canceled this. Planning, I went to the port less than a few minutes away to play something - in fact, neither of us knew it, it was not a matter of money, we had to rent a car, book a hotel, plan the schedule, and prepare a lot of work, It's too much trouble. Triviality is knocking us down, and it has far surpassed the barrier of money. So, a trip that was premature, fulfilled two lazy people with peace of mind.
In fact, I have always been a self-proclaimed person who loves travel, how do you say it? Well, one of my favorite activities is to stay at home and look at travel photos, because looking at myself smiling exaggeratedly, it is always easy to have the illusion, all the discord and unhappiness in the travel are automatically filtered out, Then people will feel full of vitality and the sense of accomplishment will be multiplied. Of course, there is another kind of hidden happiness - the source of this happiness is similar to the ancient siege of the city, or to use a more simple example, called " Come here for a visit”. I once drew my own travel map of China, and I was very dissatisfied with the large blanks on it, so I made a bold statement to prepare for “filling in the blanks”. When I arrived in the United States, this kind of plot developed more and more outrageous, Just like Genghis Khan galloped his horse to West Asia, but to show the majesty of the Great Mongolia, he ignored the idea of leaving a few cavalry to rule the land. I probably also have this danger, and fall into such a staking plot. Without self-examination, the typical thinking is: once you have been there, there is no need to go again.
When I was a child, I used to be very fascinated by distant places. This probably has a lot to do with the fact that when I was 18 years old, I basically never left the province. When I was in high school, I heard that a child from Wuhan was transferred from the temporary class. Impulsively, I went to check it out. I was sure that I had not mistaken the Wuhan people for the savages of Shennongjia, so this kind of curious frenzy has always puzzled me (of course, I was disappointed when I saw that Wuhan Wazi was nothing new) There is a similar yearning to this one, before coming to the United States, full of the excitement of running into the unknown. Of course, my conclusion here is not to tell everyone - it is the same everywhere - of course not, just like you used to In TV and movies, people know it through word of mouth. In fact, the problem is not my vision, but my thinking. When
talking on the phone with friends in China, they will all hope to have the opportunity to go abroad, mainly because of thinking.” Go for a walk and take a look.” After listening a bit, I couldn’t help but recall the first time when I decided to go abroad, changing time and place, why does a person’s thoughts change so much. I may not have lost the original “go” The dream of "Million Mile Road", but only when it was actually implemented, always felt that it was difficult to fit the original intention. Until I watched Motorcycle Dairy, the blurred things gradually became clear. It turned out that what I wanted was to travel like Che Guevara. .As
I often sigh when I'm bored, growing up is always hard. In my opinion, the hardest part is that I have to use the shell of reality to wrap layers of idealistic passions that have little left. . As the number of candles grows, it seems that you still have illusions when you are a certain age, and it becomes a not very decent thing. Being squeezed in a collectively motivated world, it is even more apparent in the not spacious living space. Being cramped, I suddenly felt that my "For Fun" philosophy of life was shameful. Having crossed the threshold of 24, my situation is still very embarrassing.
Fortunately, there is also the 24-year-old Guevara. That year, he and his good friend Alberto embarked on a motorcycle journey across the South American continent. Many people have seen this movie, probably because of Guevara Too famous. Some people saw an awakened person who was enlightened by communist ideology, some people saw the beginning of an idealist who realized the life of the poor at the bottom, and some people probably constructed a love and friendship in their eyes. Loyal, a handsome young man who really holds the idea of hanging a pot to save the world, and has a little asthma, and the most impressive part is this paragraph:
Alberto sends Guevara away, the screen gradually goes black as the plane goes away, and the voice-over sounds: “It 's
not a heroic tale. It's about two lives running parallel for a while, with common aspirations and similar dreams.
Was our view too narrow, too biased, too hasty? Were our conclusions too rigid? Maybe.
The form unfolds before our eyes, which tells us that Guevara went back to Cuba, joined the revolution, and was assassinated by the CIA, his friend Alberto, who did not meet again eight years after this separation, opened medicine in Cuba He spent the rest of his life peacefully with his wife and daughter.
At this time, the camera turned around, and the person watching the plane drifting away became an old man. Between his eyebrows, it was a vaguely young Alberto.
Frankly, the question of the narration was shocking to me. Or rather, it reminds me of thoughts that have been haunting me for a long time. Before, I actually admired some people secretly with a bit of reluctance, and they were very early They begin to plan and prepare for their future, and everything they do is to get closer to this ultimate goal, which has been designed and considered, and they have no time to go round and round about other things, because they have already found their way forward. Later, I felt that I should not be left too far by them, and I decided that I should too, but—during this so-called progress, I began to wonder, should this future be something I have already designed? Did I miss something when I was running towards this established track? Maybe the end of this track is a smooth road, but because of following the established track, have I lost the ability to run freely? My vision, my Have opinions, all my preparations, been unconsciously too narrow, too biased, even too hasty, as Guevara asked? Are the decisions we now make about our lives really that indestructible?
So In my opinion, Guevara's motorcycle tour was not just for the breathtaking views of South America, certainly not for his girlfriend to buy an American silk nightgown, their travel, more Opened up a possibility of life. Without this trip, maybe Guevara would never have been Guevara - the world is multi-dimensional, and so is life.
Writing this, I know I can't write anymore, this There are too many idealistic colors in this short article. I understand that I will not continue to idealize like this, and I also understand how unfortunate it is to be an idealist for a lifetime. But the only thing that is more unfortunate is to be an idealist A lifelong realist.
I understand this, so I have peace of mind.
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