If you open the refrigerator this morning and find that the red bean porridge you made yesterday is broken, you can pour it down the toilet without hesitation. If the job is not satisfactory, you can decide to change it after careful consideration. If my lover doesn't love me anymore, I can let it go even if it hurts. But what if there is a chance, there is such a chance, to completely change the painful trajectory of life, to change the life of throwing away the tea bag and make it again, or even make a person I love and hate completely disappear? What if this person is your own child? For so many years, the haze buried in Ed's heart could not be dissipated. His children are distressed and fearful, violent and self-harm prone, and at some point, Sam may end up in jail for manslaughter, causing more pain to Ed and his wife. No train can take Ed's sorrow away. No ticket could take him away. He no longer smiles sincerely, he avoids happiness because he feels that he does not deserve it.
Macon Heights gave Ed a chance to start over. Like everyone else here, he can pour out his past, the people who made him miserable, like rotten red bean porridge. Let Sam, a son with a neurological disease, go back to the age of seven or eight from his life to the present, and he never even existed. Can you really do that? Live your happiest days day in and day out, and cut the painful memories out of your head, okay? Ed hesitated - he's been to Macon Heights three times, not without thinking restart. But——After reading the book, I can change a new one; I went to Tibet last year and I can go to Xinjiang this year; if people don’t love it, it’s a big deal to change a new one—but whether you are in my life or not, no one can erase what you have existed. fact. Because—because I really love you! I decorate the room in a way that you're sure to like; I think you'll like the records I like; I'll take you on a kite-flying day when the weather is nice; You can't not exist. You are twenty-four hours a day, thirty days a month, and four seasons of the year. You are all my love for this world.
I am not the dispatcher of the station, and you are not the passenger. It's not that I can change a train and I'll never meet you in this life. Because if I can't meet you, I'm not me. Pain never hides joy. When you're on the verge of losing someone, look around and the panic and dislike of having him are long gone. What remains in the memory will always be his lovely side. Obviously the basis of our choice is not whether there is pain, but whether we love or not. So we are what we are. Macon Heights is not a spiritual height. It is a mental hospital. Fiancées keep repeating their happiest day; waiters act like they love life and work; others, like them, stay away from the truth and don't admit pain, but it's pain that makes us.
After E03, I found that all three stories were telling the truth. The first story is about masks and truth. The second story is about appearances and truth. The third story tells the ending and the truth. Ed came home from Macon Heights for the third time and saw his son, but not his wife who had been waiting for him. I think in the revised ending, the wife could be killed by the insane son. But it's not a choice of a wife or a child to live, and it's not a choice of who to spend the rest of your life with. In fact, Ed didn't know how it was going to end until he came home. He didn't choose the ending. Of course he knew that maybe Sam would get into more trouble, but he chose to accept and bear - life is a sour lemon, Ed can't make it into sweet and sour lemon juice, but he still eats it one bite at a time It—because he loves him.
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