Day in and day out, life is copying and pasting. People like to describe a state of helplessness as a lost bird, but I would rather call it a lost plane, gliding in the wide, unobstructed stratosphere without the guidance of a ground-based navigation system. If you're unlucky enough to go up and down the troposphere, you'll have to look for its remains somewhere in the world.
The lost plane, this is not a metaphor for a "midlife crisis", because I'm still a youthful, lively, super thunderbolt invincible teenager. In other words, I've encountered a "youth crisis". This is very different from what happened to David. He is middle-aged, has a wife, and is divorced; he has children, one drug addict, the other being ridiculed by his classmates; his father is terminally ill; his career has encountered a bottleneck. I am not him, I am still young, without a wife and children, without real estate, an unknown job, and an uncertain future. The difference is that David is trying to get his life back on, and I'm blaming others; the same is that all David's efforts didn't work, just like me; David's career was American success, and I The Chinese-style hesitation continues; fortunately or unfortunately, David and I can always find similarities, we are both frustrated or potentially frustrated in life.
Can you understand? Actually, I'm paying attention to the movie, about the midlife crisis, called "The Weatherman". David finds life underwhelming, and so do I. But he did not choose to back down, but to move forward. If you fail, it's okay, take your time, at least get comfort in your heart. A bit of Ah Q, but better than nothing. On the other hand, I feel that my life is boring and boring, but I can only complain all day long.
Life really sucks. Well, I admit, it's an excuse. I didn't make the effort to pursue the life I wanted at all. But just messing around, waiting for life to unfold before my eyes. I'm just looking for a reason for my laziness, temporary reassurance for my uncertain future, and a moment of joy for my current negative mental state.
Dad told David in the car that we have to drop something in this shit life; we have to drop something in this shit life. My life self doesn't feel like shit, because I have always had an optimistic and positive attitude towards life, but they were temporarily buried by some dust. So what should I do?
It's like a brief self-examination, the solution that teachers used to teach as a child: don't be afraid, don't rush, pack your bags, and walk on. Even as young people, thinking still cannot escape the confines of hours. So, for the past 20 years, I or we are just spinning in place.
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