The destruction of the fiery lover,

Branson 2022-04-22 07:01:45

Text: Wei Wuyi Public account: LOHAS LIFE

The pretense hurts him, the trauma ruins her, the pretense numbs him, the trauma makes her miserable, and people are freed.

Because a man who has gained respect from his peers and social status from disguising and stripping himself, from the outside, he has a beautiful wife and family, and has both children, a smooth job, and a proud life. But his eyes are erratic from time to time, there is no smile in his eyes, he is alive, but he does not really exist in this world.

The eyes are rebellious, the appearance is different, and the young girl is similar to danger. Her temperament cannot be described as beautiful and beautiful. She is the kind of danger that has not yet burned, but is always ready to burn. After tossing and turning quickly, she knew who was disguising life and pretending to be a false self.

The same destruction stems from unsatisfied desires, the same trauma stems from guilt being controlled, all yearning to be liberated from it, a person facing the boredom of life, a person struggling with the sadness of death, all living in numbness, All want to break free from it.

so what?

What did the protagonist break free from? From the same life, from the calm and graceful, from the endless disguise, from the endless battle, can he have a moment to be his true self?

When the truth is erased from the destructive power of desire and nature, the waves are turbulent and there is nowhere to avoid it.

People can't strip away all their true self, so when he is in the limelight in a TV interview and returns lightly, his wife's words are like ridicule and praise. The world is so sad.

What is desire? It is a symbol of people's heart, a universal and personal symbol. Some people like Internet celebrity faces, while others like temperament. Some people like breasts and buttocks, some people like flat chest and long legs, some people like waist and long hair, and some people like to be blurred and uninhibited.

But the experience of joy and regret, the embrace and reunion of such similar desires, stems from the excitement of seeing each other late due to the familiarity of the deep similarity in the soul.

This kind of stimulation stems from the same lack, needs mutual comfort, adventure in familiarity, and addiction in adventure. It is the ultimate stimulation in that passion that ignites desire and ignites oneself.

If there is too much dissatisfaction in reality, some people will stop after repression, and some people will rush out of everything to see how heavy and exhausted he is, how unwilling and unscrupulous he is.

If life is too heavy, some people will be distracted by desires, some people will be addicted to it, see how much guilt she feels in her remorse, how much she blames herself, how much she is addicted and unwilling to face it.

Boredom and trauma, one is the disguise of life, the other is that the past is too dark, they found companionship in lust, some people have illusions and illusions about love, some people look at each other soberly, they just want to make up for it from reality The regrets of the past, until the tragedy came suddenly, and the soul who fell to his death, set off the unbearable nakedness, and there was no change.

Disgust with life is followed by heart-wrenching death. And a death can't cover up the pain of past death, it still hurts.

After the memory is deep, the wish of fantasy reconstruction is gone, your regrets give birth to boredom, boredom brings fantasy, fantasy destroys life, and life will continue.

Regret for the past, vain attempts to redeem, numbness to cover up grief, sadness to bring disaster.

Two repressed souls, two eye-catching deaths. The two woke up from boredom and numbness, leaving only the light of dusk sprinkled over the huge photo.

Unfortunately, everything is in the past.

The past in the photo has disappeared forever in this world. Although you have not stopped breathing, your heart has already died.

Whether it's cheating or cheating, people indulge themselves, no doubt that life itself is not as good as one's wish, but this is the world, give you hope, and kill it with your own hands. : Because one person's hope itself is another person's regret, her back road is stepping on your hope.

Looking at regret, I realized that your dream of love has made you lose hope, lose your way back, and you are alone to replace the numbness of disguise, returning from boredom to walking dead.

"To live is to face time. This kind of face is only one sentence. I know that it is boredom."

The excitement which sensual desires give to the soul is nothing but a certain shock, a sensation of the senses given by the sight or imagination that burns in the presence of an object, and possibly the same passions felt in the most intense interaction with each other in the sensuality of indulgence, indulgence, boundless emptiness or enthusiasm.

There are people in the world who reach their orgasms through pleasure, and others who reach their peaks through pain.

In this world, there is no chance but necessity, such as in dreams, in reality, in people's hearts, and in eternity.

"People find that life is actually difficult, because it gives us too much pain, disappointment and setbacks. But we can't just rely on palliative therapy to endure the helplessness of life. Therefore, we usually have the following three methods to deal with Life: The first is to deceive oneself completely; the second is to seek some substitute satisfaction that will relieve the pain; the third is to use narcotics to make oneself lose the sense of pain." - Freud, "Civilization and Loss"

Anesthesia includes not only drugs, but also forbidden desires.

It's not just love that burns, but everything in the present and the gloom of the past.

Everything will pass, nothing can come back.

Every moment carries the torrent of the past, and every present breeds the near future.

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Damage quotes

  • Dr. Stephen Fleming: [Martyn has fallen to his death, Stephen arrives home to find Ingrid in the kitchen with a bloody and bruised face] What happened?

    Ingrid Fleming: The pain was unbearable. I was beating myself.

  • Ingrid Fleming: [the day after Martyn's death - to Stephen] What a pity we ever met.