When I was writing in the tea restaurant, I met him again, sitting alone in a corner, never without company.
He often speaks into the air -- it should be said that he is talking to someone we can't see. There are times when I was sitting in the booth behind him, and when I was writing a manuscript, I tried to listen to what he was saying. Sometimes he argues with the "object", and sometimes he persuades him with all his heart; everyone in the restaurant is accustomed to his excitement or lamentation, and no one disturbs his self-world.
In the worldly view, this person is a "crazy line", but no one can understand the relationship between him and this voice. In "The Soloist," Jamie Foxx plays Nathaniel, a mentally ill street sleeper, who was originally talented in music and was once a student at a top music school who was good at playing the cello. His mental deficiencies caused him to drop out of school and encounter difficulties.
Nathaniel plays a broken violin with only two strings left on the side of the road, attracting the attention of Steve, a newspaper reporter played by Robert Downey Jr., who writes the story of this talented musician in a column, attracting widespread attention and helping He got out of trouble and returned to normal life.
Steve contacted the social worker to find a shelter for him, persuaded him to receive psychiatric treatment, and also begged the music school teachers to provide him with an environment to study music and hold a concert for him.
During the concert, Nathaniel had a sudden nervous breakdown and fled the concert hall in a frenzy. He thinks that is the most suitable way of life. He needs to live with auditory hallucinations, and that "voice" is comforting him. Taking drugs to make the voice disappear, he suddenly loses his spiritual support.
Nathaniel believes that a noisy environment is a good place to play music on a busy road, with notes and noises in harmonious dialogue, and a concert hall is a dead ghost place.
Sometimes we want others to lead a "normal" life, but we push them down the abyss. I remember being fired by the company more than ten years ago on the eve of the vacation, boarding the plane with a letter of dismissal, and starting a trip without a return date, still full of hatred in my heart, sitting in a dark plane cabin, my ears temporarily inaudible due to air pressure problems , When I fell into a deep sleep, I heard a voice from the bottom of my heart, that voice told me to slow down, to let me down, not to fight for fame and fortune, and not to harbor hatred.
More than ten years later, I can no longer hear that voice, but I stick to the principle of "slowness" - just because my body is too fat, I walk naturally slowly.
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