We all know that she will get better in the end. I know. Because the literary, film and television works have been developed in this way since childhood. So we take it for granted that this is very easy, as if no matter how big the problem is, the word "strong" can solve everything. This terrible misunderstanding underestimates the pain and the effort required to get better.
At such a painful moment, she pushed everyone away. Her heart was ashamed and cynical, which just proved how independent and strong she was once. The belief in life collapsed suddenly and the pain was overwhelming. She couldn't find it to move on. The motivation and meaning of. At this moment, others can't help her, she doesn't allow it and doesn't trust it. Unless she wants to get better and is willing to accept help from others, no one can help. She will get better a little bit, but please give her time.
She did not force herself to be strong, which I think is very wise. In the face of pain, if you want to reassure the people around you, you immediately force yourself to cheer up and be strong, so that the people around you can reassure yourself. This will only be counterproductive. Because the wound will stay in the heart and cannot be vented, it will bring greater pain for a long time. When my father died, I drove home from Shanghai crying all the way, and then no more sorrow. I calmly told my friends that when they asked me carefully how I was, I could also calmly say that I was sad, but I was fine. I couldn't cry when my family was emotionally broken. Back at school, my friend said, I don’t seem to be that bad. My friends worry about me, and they accompany me out to play, I force a smile, but come back even more tired. When I was alone, tears burst, and at night like a ghost wandering around the campus, sometimes there are some strange noises in the shadow of the whirling trees, and I don't even notice it. It took me a long time to realize that my self-righteous being strong is actually fear and distrust. If I collapse, will the world have the strength to bear it. So I suppressed my pain, if nothing happened, let the pain bite my heart. Time passed, and finally ushered in the sudden realization of being late. It turns out that if you force yourself against your will, you will really receive the harshest punishment. I tried very hard to get better, but I wasn't honest enough, and I wasn't brave enough to expose my vulnerability to others. It is only until today that I understand that being strong is not the same as being strong. It's better to be like Clair, when the pain comes, don't struggle, let the pain drown yourself like sea water. Then, you gradually learn to swim.
There is no wound that cannot be healed, but enough effort and time are required, and the specific number varies from person to person. In the face of the pain, even if everyone does not understand and disagree, please follow your own rhythm, bit by bit, like a toddler, trembling forward, bit by bit to get back to life. Knowing that one day, you can smile, like Hemingway, there is a kind of "brilliance under pressure."
This story is not terrific. But this is what life looks like. Nothing is earth-shattering. The combination of small moments is Clair's journey out of the predicament. The moment that moved me the most was when my husband was sitting on the doorstep waiting for her. Seeing her indifferently inviting him to leave, he was a little annoyed and helpless, and sat back on the steps again, as if he did not intend to leave. Later, the two people clasped their fingers and cuddled with each other. At dusk, the light is a little dim, which is the time when people let go of their guards and calmly face each other. In just a few short conversations, we can see the husband's care and love for her, and the helplessness and care in pushing him away from her. Although he likes a humorous and brave male protagonist, he pales in comparison with her husband. I hope they are happy.
Life has reached a point where nothing is exciting. Life is boring, death is boring, waking is boring, and dreams are boring. The night is lonely, and the day is burning. I want to lie down without opening my eyes. I want to fall asleep and wake up no more. Like a sharp blade pierced into the heart, the pain spreads to every cell, gradually numb. But later, it was not that she rediscovered the meaning of life, but that life was always there, but the pain was like an overwhelming snow that buried the signs of life. And the seeds of life are intertwined under the ice layer, and they have not stopped. One day, spring suddenly came, the ice and snow melted, everything revived, you breathed deeply and suddenly opened your eyes.
I hope that everyone who is injured will be willing to make a "cake" carefully again, gather energy, and sit up.
Punishment: The cake line is too weak, it appears late, does not run through, and it does not fit the theme; the ghost is a bright spot, but the image is relatively thin.
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