Yesterday I also turned over the photos occasionally, and found that I had read "Zhuanxilu" against the "Six Patriarch Altar Sutra" and wrote down my real-time understanding of the chapters and sentences in the text. Now it seems that I was thinking at the time and disappeared afterwards. This may be It is often said that I have seen many complicated truths, but it is not easy to live a simple life.
I accidentally browsed the movie "It's kind of a funny story" (Chinese name: "It's kind of funny") last night. After watching the movie, it seemed that I was acting my own life, but it didn't have such a happy ending. It sounds ridiculous, I have forgotten when was the last time I laughed carefree. I don't know when, sorrow has become the main theme of life. Maybe I have laughed occasionally, maybe it is self-deprecating, it may be a sympathy, it may be that it is not smiling.
In the movie, the 16-year-old boy Craig has just graduated from junior high school. His father forced him to enter an excellent high school, then a prestigious university, and then everything is a bright future. This is closely related to the hearts of Chinese parents. He is also working hard, but what he sees is a good partner who is handsomer than him and better able to live a happy summer life with the girl Craig has a crush on. He was unable to face the expected failure, chose to commit suicide but lacked the courage. He turned to a mental hospital for help, hoping to get help.
Looking back on my life, the year of high school repetition may be the happiest time. Although facing the pressure of the college entrance examination, it seems that I have found the key to unlock the treasure. I am not too tired from studying. I have a few friends around me and talk about it. But until now, these friends are still by their side, and the rest of the time seems to be struggling. At present, my friends are all successful in their careers and each have their own families. I really want to ask how are you doing well? Remember when was the last time you laughed carefree?
Recalling that the university really didn't study hard, the university diploma was only used as a sign for finding a job, and when faced with my daughter's question, "What are you doing mainly at work?" After working, I also wandered between EQ and IQ, and slowly accepted the seemingly unreasonable reality. Entrapped by society, go forward, get married and have children, and then the family children can't be found. Children also began to pass on the sorrows of adults. Compared with our poor childhood, the pressure they carried was much greater than that of us. The irreversible reality, the anxious middle-aged man, rubbing his sparse hair, but can't find a solution, just like the flood that has been raging in recent years, people feel panic but helpless. Maybe it suddenly feels that the people in the mental hospital in the movie are relatively normal, and their real-time expression of emotions that don't need to be concealed seem precious, but in real life people walk in disguise, more like incurable mental patients.
No one wants to uncover the truth of their own life, so the theory of "living elsewhere" prevails. The sentence "If you are not busy living, then you are busy dying" in the movie looks very inspirational, but who can guess that the author of the book of the same name of the movie chose to commit suicide two years after the movie was released. . The absurd reality prompts whether we should slow down, examine the current life, and so on for the backward souls.
Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, this is the lightest time in life. When I crossed the hills, I realized that there was no one waiting, facing the difficulties of life with a happy face alone. I still remember talking about the world in my brother’s attic, and chatting at night on my buddy’s lotus pond. Those days will no longer return, even if the scene is the same, because everyone’s psychology is no longer simple. Wisdom is like the sun, wisdom is like the moon, wisdom is always bright, outside the realm, covered by clouds of delusional thoughts, not clear, everyone in Xixi cannot escape this fate.
Life is endless from generation to generation, what can be used to prove that you have been here? Maybe it's dust, there is no need to prove it. Perhaps I understand Seneca better, why cry for fragments of life, our whole lives are jerking to tears.
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