I often see this sentence - suspicious by nature, but not suspicious of love. Perhaps, love is the word we encounter the most every day, but it is also the word we understand the most simple.
I watched "Violet Evergarden" recently, and many people call it the masterpiece of KyoAni Animation. I'm glad I first enjoyed it without having had too much exposure to anime. In any case, pick up "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and start reading. Since then, your taste and aesthetics have stood at a higher starting point.
In the first two episodes, the heroine Violet was still a cold "person" like a "prop" who didn't understand the emotions of the world. She was abandoned, adopted, and regarded as a ruthless killing machine on the battlefield. She is majestic on the battlefield, kills like a numb, and only obeys orders blindly. She doesn't understand what sympathy is at all, and she doesn't understand the profound suffering brought to the world after the casualties caused by the war. After that, she became an automatic memoir puppet, to help people who came to write letters to her to extract the most real thoughts in their hearts and express them in the most suitable language. But she didn't understand that the first letters were written like military orders or reports, lifeless and without empathy. She was scolded and looked down upon, but in such a situation, with a little nostalgia for Major Cun and the question "I really love you", her cold heart gradually melted away. She came into contact with the princess who was to be married, the father who missed her deceased daughter, the mother who was dying, the disabled soldier, and the opera singer who missed her husband. She gradually learned about their stories and entered their hearts. what a feeling. It was different from the sadness she felt because of the loneliness and dazedness after the major left. It was the sadness after experiencing the stories that really happened to everyone. Because she is a puppet, no matter when and where the guests have any needs, she will come to serve them, and she will actually participate in their lives, witnessing the real situations that are entangled by the emotions in the letters.
Fortunately, she was cured, she finally understood what love was, and finally understood that in life, not only need to obey orders, she is a living person, she has her own thoughts and feelings, she will feel the care of her colleagues, she will Being moved by the most touching family and purest love in the world, she will gradually understand that the Major treats her as an equal woman, which is a great respect for her. She learned to restrain her grief in front of the guests, and uncontrollably shed tears of sadness in front of her colleagues; she learned to accept the fact that the major had left, and learned to get used to the helpless and ownerless world without orders, she walked out of that dark room Going out, she is no longer a cool machine; she learns to comprehend the unspeakable grief and heavy hope of an opera singer, and her cherishing of peace and her lover's thoughts become black and white... When everything can be expressed At that time, she was no longer that emotionless and cold-blooded Violet.
And what impresses me most is that once upon a time I was like a recovered Violet, who knew love, pain, happiness and sadness, but the reality of disappointment always tormented me to the bottom of my body. Without feedback, when my wishes were not fulfilled, I gradually began to wonder if I was too idealistic and began to feel helpless in the world habitually. Yes, there is nothing to trust and pour my heart into anymore, I shrink myself into a small cage, hoping that no more harm will be done, and let the cold blood flow and drown me. It is my greatest ideal to be a ruthless and invincible person like this during the Violet War. Yes, without love, there can be no pain.
But is it true? You can lose pain, lose consciousness, become insensitive, until any noise in this world can't disturb you, you indulge in your own weakness and incompetence, and eventually you will doubt the meaning of life; you can abandon true feelings, abandon benevolence, Become a walking dead, until any changes around you will not be shocked, you are drunk in your own "heroic military exploits", and finally can't bear the desolation that can't be told in the long night. Like Violet, you've lost your boss who's calling the shots, and life has no purpose. Even walking in the most prosperous street market, your heart is covered by heavy haze, which is hard to shake. You drag your exhausted body and look at the people around you who are enjoying the most simple and pure emotions, and you start to panic and wonder if you have any lived.
So, whether you need love or not, the answer is yes. Love is the softest toy and the hardest armor in the world. If you really become cold and ruthless, you will no longer be moved by the simple family affection, no longer sigh at the unattainable love, and no longer appreciate the care of your friends; you live aimlessly, life is no longer life, Only mechanical commands and the necessary feeding and sleeping for energy remain. You are in a colorful world, and your soul is forever imprisoned in a dark cage.
Love is never a rare thing, but we imagine it too perfect, there is love, there must be pain. To be able to enjoy the joy of floating on the water, must also bear the pain of falling on a rock in the next moment; to be able to enjoy the endless favor of a person, but also to suffer the loss of the six gods after losing him. In the same way, if you can endure the last-minute neglect of your beloved, you will receive a heavy surprise from her one day; if you can endure his arrogance and modesty, you will also gain his favor and favor at a certain moment in the future. Love never stuffs you into a honey pot and drizzles you all over with sugar. It is likely to be wrapped in endless bitterness, bitterness, and finally sweetness.
Learn to love, be like Violet, be a living person, hide in the chest of the breeze, smell the fragrance of violets, feel the crystal tears falling down your face, and become a savage growth in the heart full of scars.
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