I didn't want to write this article. The theme of the movie is sad and sad, and touches the most unwilling part of the heart. Even though I have been very cautious, maybe it was some kind of fate to run into this movie. So, I accept my fate. ************************************************** ********************** "How to keep a drop of water from drying up? Let it flow into the sea." How to keep a person from getting lost? Let him embrace Hong Chen. Worries may be the norm in life. Any happiness, joy is nothing but accidents of countless moments in life. If you think this way, will your life be easier? I don’t know if there are six reincarnations in the Three Realms, so what if there are? Can karma disappear with it? I can have a heart of great compassion and compassion, but I am not Sakyamuni, nor God. The epiphany, to me, seems to have become an irreversible shackle. Xixi in the world is all Lilai. The hustle and bustle of the world is all for profit. And why did I come and why did I go? The short life span of more than 30,000 days has given us too much meaning and choice. I have questioned myself countless times, what kind of life is worth noting that I have never walked in this world in vain? What can I do to laugh at life all the time, even if God only grants me intense darkness and endless distress. "Anything you come into contact with is a place to learn Tao." I am very satisfied with the answers given in the film. Because it is not joy that leads us to relief, but sorrow. Disasters, wars, death, bloodshed, life and death, from living to disappearing... It seems that only these can bring some shaking and reflection to the increasingly numb mind. Many people think that the gully of desire is the source of pain. I used to think so too, and I am convinced. When I was a teenager, I read Schopenhauer's book and only remembered one sentence out of context. Desire is the source of pain, and the satisfaction of desire means endless emptiness. So, I tried hard to learn to abandon desire, forcing myself to give up, thinking that there is no desire or love, and no care is liberation. But what puzzles me is, why does the pain always go with me? Even though the heart seems to be pure, why can't I feel a trace of comfort and tranquility. So I often have the idea of becoming a monk. Hope to find the answer from Dharma and practice. For example, it is said in the movie that the Buddha became a monk "because he wanted to find out the reasons for our suffering." However, I have never had the courage, and the idea of becoming a monk is like any desire, and I have died of self-hype. Now I have the courage, but it doesn't make much sense to be a monk to me. I never thought about what Buddhism means to me, so I blindly believe in it, and even hope that if I can't get what I want from it, then where should I go to find the answer. Or, this kind of me, this kind of state of mind, this kind of irritability, and irritability are not worthy of getting the answer from it. Even if the answer is placed in front of me, I would mistakenly throw the treasure away as rubbish. "You shouldn't hear the hearsay and accept my teachings unless you understand my position." This sentence shocked me deeply, and it made me unforgettable more than any knowledge and experience. Since I was young, there are no shortage of enthusiastic instructors around me, and no shortage of guides who are full of expectations for me. They used to spare no effort to give direction to my soul with their own words or actions, but in the end at a certain stage of life, When my self-consciousness began to awaken, my soul was still lost. No matter how reasonable the teachings seemed, no matter how hard the instructors tried to persuade me, I was indifferent. It's a pity that when I saw this line, mine was already big enough, big enough to figure out the truth by myself. Presumably all the rebellious adolescence, the reason for rebelling against existence is like this. Dashi's return to secularity has become a thing of expectation. In order to figure out his position, he needs to get close to primitive sin, desire, and even darkness and pain, regardless of whether this will turn him into a demon or Satan. In a sense, I agree with Dashi's return to the secular. If you don't get close to desire, then desire will multiply day and night, occupy all his hopes for life, and lead him to the unknown swamp, until it cannibalize him to lifelessness. Isn't that all the walking dead in the world? Running in an office family, doing a job that I don't like, facing a relationshipless marriage, pinning all hopes on the children, thinking that this is the spiritual pillar, and that this is the life they deserve. Yes, thinking about the meaning of life often turns into a very boring thing in the end. I think of Ma Jiajue. He once said that his knowledge of life comes from the lyrics of a song by Faye Wong: "A hundred years ago you were not you, I am not me, and a hundred years later, there is no you and no me." Let's not comment on the relationship between such lyrics and the meaning of life, but too many people are lost in the so-called modern civilization and modern culture. In such a naive, simple way to hear the meaning of life, I think I see through the world. If you don't understand the position of others, please don't jump to the conclusion, just listen. If you don't understand the position of others, please don't make any presumptions, just look at it. If you do not understand my position, then please do not read this text without authorization. There are countless ways of liberation in life, and the simplest is death. Turn on gas, infuse dichlorvos, take sleeping pills, slash your wrists, and even kill another innocent person when you jump off the building. When I was in college, I heard many times in which school had anyone who hadn't passed the fourth grade, and my girlfriend didn't talk about jumping off the building. Later, I saw this scene in my own school. A classmate was very emotional, hey, yes What can't be passed is the hurdle. After passing, we can continue to live well. At that time, there was no opinion on things like suicide other than the pain. I always felt that the pain in their hearts might be too great to bear. And I hadn't experienced it, so I didn't have a say. Thinking about it now, the original idea was too naive. People's hearts are like Monkey King's wishful golden hoop, which can be big or small. It depends on whether we want it to be big or small. If we want it to be big, then it can hold the entire universe, if we want it to be small, then it can't hold even a grain of dust. Is there a hurdle that is invisible to us, or is it that we can only stare at that hurdle and forget what life is like? Did a thousand desires defeat us, or do we just stick to one desire? Where does this obsession come from...
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