21 grams, the weight of the soul
when we exactly die, we all lose 21 grams
how much is deposited in this 21 gram and how much is lost
when we lose this 21 grams, how many seconds are there with it Go away, and get
the weight of
a small pile of five-cent coins, the weight of a hummingbird, and the weight of
a small piece of chocolate
. How much does it weigh, and how much does it weigh.
(1) The
sky is cloudy and pale, and crows frequently pass over my head, whether they have taken away the 21 grams of weight in my body. When I picked up the pistol on the ground, I had decided on this outcome. Since it is bound to be lost, it is not as if it is lost now. Perhaps it is just that God gave me extra time to complete the mission of redemption. Everything is inevitable.
Once lingering, once life was thinner than paper, once heart was like still water. When I was ready to leave, my life took a turn for the worse, and I don't know what that means. I tried hard to find, inquire desperately, trying to find the life of the owner of the heart that reborn me, the heart that did not belong to me has prevented me from returning to the original life.
Seeing the indescribable pain in her soul, I think I can understand, because I have a heart that once loved her deeply. She ate alone, walked alone, with tears on her face and blood in her heart. I can feel her every twitch. I want to repay my gratitude but it turns into love in my heart, so I want to hold Yiren's hand and put it in my heart, to warm her and keep her away from pain. Her world is cold and painful. I want to break in but I am repeatedly rejected. I understand that her heart will wither and die if she is not saved.
I was in pain but couldn't get rid of it. I could only forget it temporarily with anesthesia. I wanted to use love to heal her deep wounds. The wound was too deep to heal, and my heart told me that there was not much time. I long to find an outlet for her pain, to free her from it, and to help her kill the guy who took the life of the owner of my heart. And when I saw the guy who couldn't get redemption, I knew it was unnecessary, and taking his life was just a formality for him, and I threw an empty gun at him three times. If I can use a lie to resolve everything, so that she will never have a nightmare, I think it will be good.
But the three of us really needed an end, so I decided to give myself a destiny and let them be redeemed, I just wanted to work hard to do it. This life is no longer oneself, it is better to make it short and more meaningful.
(2)
My life used to be like a wall full of graffiti. When I was punished for this, the pastor told me that you must believe in God. God knows everything you do, so I decided to rely on it. God. I tried to clean the graffiti-covered wall with rage, hoping to get it back to its original cleanliness. But I keep trying, but I can't erase the stains left in the past, but I don't blame God, after all, what happened can't be regarded as not happening. I trust God so deeply and thank him for letting me get that car.
I once taught a child that the sins you commit will stay with you for the rest of your life and torture your conscience. But I didn't expect that all the things I've said were fulfilled in me. I don't understand how I could have killed three people with this car that God gave me, let alone why God didn't let me stay and save their lives, and my heart was filled with fear.
The law acquitted me, but I knew I was guilty.
So I decided to leave, leaving my wife and children. It's not that I can't face them, but myself. I longed for redemption, so I chose to give myself more physical suffering to ease the inner suffering. I don't know if God is still by my side and watching my every move, I just hope he can cleanse me of my sins.
Every day I do heavy work, thinking that I can relieve the torment from my conscience to some extent, but why is it ineffective at all? Could it be that I have been abandoned by God. I even wanted to take my own life, but I am a Christian. Why is this 21 grams so heavy for me? Is this what I must bear as a believer of God?
Facing the muzzle, I couldn't help but fear, but I hoped that it would end my life and take away the extremely heavy 21 grams. The man scolded me, but only fired three empty shots. I don't know why he didn't take my life and let me continue to suffer.
I went to their room and begged them to end my pain. The woman was crying and beating me. Although my body hurts, I endured it silently. I would rather she keep beating like this. The pain of my body is far from the torture of my conscience. A shot rang out and everything stopped. I don't understand why the man shot himself with the gun. When I came to the hospital, I told the police that it was me who fired the gun. Lies are not what Christians should tell, but I just wanted to be free.
(3)
I am eager to be rescued and need a man to take me out of the rotten world. That man finally showed up and he became my husband, two lovely daughters and a happy family. Since then I think I am so lucky, I am like a fish swimming happily in the pool. And yet I don't understand why this happened, my happy world collapsed, so caught off guard. I don't know how to deal with the deaths of the three of them, there is a pain that penetrates the bones, the heart, the blood, all over the body, and I think it is being fulfilled in me.
I thought that time could make everything forget, like flowing water, without a trace. But time always has no effect on me. The pain is like a virus planted in the body from time to time, which makes me almost collapse.
I don't want to go back to the rotten life before, but I need those white powders to help me get relief, and anesthesia can sometimes make me temporarily out of the ocean of pain, but every day I wake up and I can't find myself. I wandered in this house, familiar with everything, but I will never return to the familiar life. I eat alone, drink coffee alone, swim alone, and travel alone.
When did a strange man appear in my life, he was always by my side. The lonely and wounded heart really needs solace, and he still came into my life. When he told me the truth one day, he had a husband's heart inside him, and the pain that slowly dissipated instantly condensed. I'm back in hell again.
We decided to kill the damn perpetrator, maybe that would give me an outlet for my pain. He helped me find out where the guy works, and we drove together to find him. After watching him we set a time to get ready, but when I woke up he was alone and killed the guy for me. This result was prepared for me by him, and he wanted to bear this result for me. I held him and felt his trembling.
When the guy reappeared, he handed us the pistol and asked us to kill him. I could hardly believe my eyes, my mind went blank, and I just picked up something in panic and hit him. The guy didn't dodge, just knelt on the ground. There was a bang, and for a split second everything was still, and we didn't understand what was going on. There was a man in the pool of blood, the one who wanted to give me a new life, and the gun was in his hands.
I wanted to save him. The consequence of drug use was that I lost the chance to save him, but he left me with a hope.
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