As the creators of modern civilization, we are looking for ways to survive. Selling the flesh, blaspheming the soul, neglecting family affection, and consuming energy, just to pursue the bright future that exists in the bubble. Perhaps such a little material reward will make us forget the cruelty of reality and regain confidence in life, but have we ever wondered whether we are really happy during the whole process? Have you reflected on what makes us happy?
Some people will say that we are tired of working now for a more free and abundant life in the future. So every day from nine to five, we eat, work, and sleep, like a robot that has been set to go back and forth between two points, doing infinite loops in a nearly enclosed area. The only difference from man-made humans is that we have embedded an untimely bomb, and we are at the risk of leaving the job at any time. Others say that we are now tired of work because we are eager to create a more comfortable environment for our family. As a result, apart from the phrase "good night, good dream" before going to bed and the phrase "good morning, my dear" after waking up, we can no longer find the material to communicate. The family is near the edge of breaking, but I don't know it; some people will say that we are tired of work now to be able to enrich ourselves and not waste time. As a result, we continue to consume the fruits of modern civilization in the process of constantly creating modern material civilization. The modern city constructed by perfect geometry has smoothed out our sharp edges and corners, weakened our unique personality, and deprived us of the most fundamental things of being an animal. right.
I kept remembering what kind of boy I was when I was young, and a vague but true image came to mind. At that time, my happiest time every day was running around the streets with my neighbors and companions, catching grasshoppers, and chasing butterflies. At that time, my most heartwarming moment every day was sitting on a big table with my parents and grandparents. Eat; the craziest moment of my day at that time was a short time before going to bed, fantasizing that I was driving the moon to provide a refreshing luster for the dark and helpless night. The world at that time was colorful and full of joy; the trees were full of shades, and the flowers and plants were fragrant. At that time, I was eccentric and unrestrained; my peculiar imagination often made myself irritated and passionate.
However, the pace of modern civilization will eventually surpass the growth of age, and the cruel reality will eventually bind the wings of imagination. A little boy who is curious about the world is destined to be tamed as a caster of modern civilization, a robot who thinks he is fighting for himself for the future, but working for modern civilization.
We often want to seize time, but we don't know that time freezes us.
We often say that an era was created, but we don't know that it is the era that created us.
We often think that the most supreme task is to continue human civilization, but we don’t know that human civilization cannot continue human’s endless desires.
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