Another good film that I almost missed. It was downloaded a long time ago, but I have always regarded it as a pure horror movie and I didn't dare to watch it.
On the train to Xi'an, I finally finished reading it.
I cried for a long time. I cried for so long that I wet my clothes. For a long time, I used a small half-pack of tissues. For a long time, I forgot where I was.
Many times, people can always see something that they most want to see in their hearts.
For example, safety, love, and hope.
Suddenly, I wondered why I set my counseling direction to be young people or older people, and why I always resisted the juvenile group.
That's right, because I had a very failed consultation once, which made me doubt my ability to solve juvenile problems, so that for a year, I didn't have the confidence to take any more consultations.
Is it so? Every time I supervise, I cry because I feel extremely stupid, but forget that the consultant is also an ordinary person.
However, today, at this moment, I suddenly realized, really, just because of one failure, I dare not face it?
Or the real reason, carefully hidden by me.
Because I will see myself, the little self who was once helpless enough to hide in the corner and shivering, the self who has no ability to resist or protect himself.
I always seem to be able to see her, in every moment when I deal with the shadow of other people's childhood.
I will temporarily forget irresponsibly, my identity at the moment, I have to be a mirror, and forget the so-called professional knowledge. But I want to squat down, pull the visitor's hand, and say to him, don't be afraid, everything is fine.
Yes, everything will be fine. This is the word I most often said to myself when I was young.
I will hold my arms tightly, as if being hugged tightly by someone else, curl up into a ball, close my eyes, and then ask myself softly, child, are you tired? Cold? Are you scared? Pretend that it is a greeting from someone who really cares about my soul.
I told myself that I was also protected, and I was not alone.
Looking forward to growing up, thinking that as long as I grow up, then everything will be better.
It's not for no reason that I became the person I am now. I was described by others as having a strong aura, rationality, bravery, self-confidence, etc. I don't really like it. It's not without reason.
Since I was a child, I have hinted at myself, girl, that you have to become more powerful, only in this way can you not be hurt.
I was so expecting that this weak and kind little girl could become stronger.
It turned out that I was so afraid to see who I was again.
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