After eating at a ramen shop in a blacksmith camp in Beijing, it was already 8:30 pm, and the guy at the next table was chatting happily with the owner. He was working in Zhongguancun. At this time, there was no subway in Shunyi. He got up at 5:30 in the morning and returned home at 9:00 in the evening. Is this what life is all about? My doubts and sighs were melted by the indifferent smile and understatement on this young man's face. Did he see through this? Or because of numbing reality? After working in one place for a long time, I still don’t know how to evaluate this kind of people. Some people hold on to this ideal, while some people just know their own ability and choose to compromise the reality, but they are still far away. Far from being beaten by reality.
In this day and age, ideals are preached too lofty. I think the only role of ideals is to encourage yourself to live the way you want, and other than that, ideals are useless. Kleinstein said that ideals are just a pursuit imposed on you by social standards, whether it is of your own volition or just to avoid reality. So some people choose investment as ideal, while others choose music. But more people can't take the initiative to control what they want to get. Sometimes the pursuit of hypocritical ideals is not as good as the life of duty.
Even those ideals that they thought they would fight for their whole lives might be just that. Why lie to yourself? When faced with loss, ideals are nothing. She is just a thin veil of desire. Mortuaries, migrant workers, musicians, directors, I often think, what is the difference between them after taking off the coat? Is the sublime merely a symbol of status, spiritual satisfaction, and perseverance? However, who is not trying to die! I'm afraid that some people don't understand the beauty of flowers and plants until they die, they don't understand how delicious puffer fish is, they don't understand the understanding and respect between people, they don't understand that their ideals are incomplete. At the cost of their own lives, they will not understand that there is something beyond ideals and death.
Someone asked me what pain is, and pain is enjoyment. After the loss of his wife, the president in the film did not feel the lack of meaning in life, but cherished the value of life and the understanding between people more. Eating chicken wings, raising flowers, these are enough respect for one's own life. If a person can become a person who enjoys pain under the shackles of unsolvable reality, he doesn't need ideals and these self-deceiving things at all. With an ideal hat, what he pursues is probably only some unmeasurable value. These values will always only be understood when you face loss.
This is how sad.
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