Quoting Queen U's description here as an introduction:
"I watched this Oscar-winning short animation, "Memories of a Building Block House" directed by Kato Hisoto. The lonely old man quietly searched for his memories, which made me cry His face is full. His life builds higher and higher as the house he builds, until it reaches the climax. Life is like building a block house. The people in the house change from two to three, four, five, and back to one, and In the end, it will be swallowed up by the sea. The old man faced everything quietly and walked through the last stage of his life alone. Compared with those houses that sank underwater before they were finished, he was also happier with his memories.”
In fact, our life It's not like playing this kind of building block house game, there is always the past, submerged in the torrent of time, traces of the past, whether it is a happy memory or a painful experience. With every brick and tile of the building block house, they are piled up tightly and form our life.
On our way from life to death, there will be people like this, and they leave one by one, whether it is life or death, we start alone, wow, and then leave alone, quietly buried in an inch of soil . Just like the building blocks built on top of each other, one day they will be submerged by the sea and will no longer be recalled.
When I read "A Dream of Red Mansions", I used to think that life is enough for Jia Baoyu if the tears he shed for him after his death would rush him to a place where no one else was. Every time I read it, it made me cry. At that time, I desperately hoped for a lot of love to fill my empty heart, and to verify that I was still alive by the heartbeat and temperature of others.
I later found out that I was wrong. People are originally born alone, no matter how many people have been by your side, in the end, after the long journey of life, it is still yourself. I, who had been so frustrated and no one understood, was suddenly relieved the moment I realized this truth. So I gradually fell in love with loneliness. I like to hold a pillow quietly at night, fall asleep under the dim light, and have some wild dreams.
Someone told me that this is growing up, this is maturity. Perhaps.
There is a saying that goes: "Live to be happy, because you will be dead for a long time". Therefore, even if you are lonely, you should be happy; even if you are in pain, you should smile.
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