I have always been proud of my sensitivity and delicacy, and I am extremely proud of hearing a certain lyric and seeing a certain movie plot. I think I have more, more beautiful and more subtle senses than many people in this world.
But like the plot in this movie, everything has two sides. This "specialty" seems to bring me joy, but also more complex shocks. Anything and any language seems to give me more meaning in my world. And often, it brings me more compassion and compassion. Compared with sunshine, I often lament more dark sides, and get a unique feeling of self-satisfaction from it.
As the years go by, the pressure of entering the society makes me gradually want to give up this ability, and even feel powerless, inferior and uncontrollable for my own ability. In fact, I no longer have time to take care of those wonderful and subtle feelings, so I turned to Buddhist theories and looked down on everything. I did get a lot better, a lot changed, a lot happier.
But here, in this movie, she told me bluntly that I am indeed special, and this ability really allows people like us to see, hear, think more, and play more games in our own little minds . And what I have to do is to give it a limit, don't keep myself in the whirlpool of thinking, think about feelings, and then let go and move on to the next life. In this way, our life still maintains the beauty and delicacy in a virtuous circle, and occasionally chewing on the past is more meaningful.
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