They went back to the ruined orphanage together. They didn’t know that the fateful thing was recalling her. She and her adopted son stayed in the room where the lighthouse was once visible. He asked her, mother, why the lighthouse no longer shines. ? Can those boats still find their way? She lied to him, closed her eyes to the child, she held the horseshoe in her hand and shot the light into his room, everything was just like before.
What kind of past is that?
Too many people refuse to admit that the psychological black hole formed since childhood has always been there, and it is not changed due to the direction of the life trajectory, trying to make up for it, or indifferent, that black hole is a black hole, to be precise, that It is a kind of cognition of the world to oneself. It begins at an early age, like a small but deadly black spot, and gradually evolves into a huge black hole, and destiny often appears in various colors with only one purpose, reminding , To remind you that there is such a black hole, to trick you into its embrace, and can evolve this kind of black hole into a warm symbol that makes you feel at ease in the years.
That woman finally returned to her childhood in the room where the lighthouse was visible. No matter how persistent, sober and tough she was before, the ending showed that all her efforts were in vain, and she could not get out of it all her life. The hand of fate in childhood carved that circle.
On the surface, this is a fateful and negative spiritual story. Those looking for links are not important in the eyes of people who are mentally healthy in life. They even carry self-masochistic stupidity and absurdity and impracticality. But some poor people, their lives, They are all searching and finding a way out. If not, the invisible black hole will swallow everything and finally be swallowed by the black vortex of childhood. This is not terrible, the terrible thing is endless before this. Tortured.
The so-called search and thinking, is it the on-demand broadcast of wisdom or the gift of the devil? This road is rugged and long. This is how depression in the world arises, but the sparks that flicker from time to time are so deceptive. Where does this road lead, heaven or hell?
"God sends different angels to look for different things. Some angels look for the wind, some look for water, and some look for fireflies. An angel was sent to look for shadows. She walked around, and there was no shadow on the transparent clouds. There was no darkness here. She continued to walk, walked and walked, and shadows began to appear on the land. The suffering in the world made her sad, and she lost her way as she walked. Finally she walked to hell, where darkness was everywhere, and she herself became shadow.
becomes a shadow of her from time to time to sneak into the world, to help people share the pain, when people go to heaven, she asked him,
'tell God, I find a shadow, my shadow is, I understand the intention of God.'
people When reporting to God, God was furious,
'I'm just asking you to find, who allows you to indulge in the light of saving all living beings?' "
She's just all living beings, how can she shout for them? That should be something the gods did. This compassionate feeling made her miserable, and her mind could not bear such a profound proposition. She went on searching with a guilty mood, and searching might be just a process of punishing her. Who made her feel more pain than ordinary people? She was destined to be unhappy. The scrawny psychic shook her hand and said, our misfortune is that we have the ability to understand more pain than others. But there is no alternative. She was crazy, she thought she could save everything, but in fact she was also a child abandoned by God.
In the room where the lighthouse can be seen, she finally returned to her childhood. The other people believed that the miserable childhood was more comfortable for her. The childhood was there and the black hole was there. Don’t try to escape, and it will never again. Need to find, this misfortune has steadily descended on the head, and it is so reassuring, there is nothing more reassuring than staying inside, no one will force you to rush out, force you to grow, and persecute you. You forget and heal, you no longer need to be close to other mysteries that torment you. Those mysteries all have a familiar smell from childhood. When you crack them one by one when you are an adult, you find that they are all void and hurt. Because no one has ever stood up and told you that the familiar smell is called misfortune.
You see how good it is now, everything is at ease. Stay in a room where you can see the light of the lighthouse, stay there, "She's old," her childhood friends said, "She can stay here and tell us stories all the time," they put the quilt on their heads and laughed. , The Simon she loves is here, the child is here, the childhood is here, and the mother’s love is here, all the misfortunes are gathered here, warm and rely on each other, as long as they don’t leave, there will never be the suffering and uncovering of fleeing. The tingling of the wound...
(At the end of 2008, watching "The Orphanage", cry uncontrollably, cry, cry to eighteen layers of hell, tears are a cheap ladder, I am a hundred times stronger than others Sorrowful monster.)
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