After watching the six-hour episode of "The Best of Youth" on December 31, I couldn't help but want to say a few words. Matteo in the play also jumped on December 31, which is a coincidence. Matteo went back to his old residence before jumping off the building, staring at his report card with all A's when he was a child, and that scene reminded me of myself.
I also forgot how many times on New Year's Eve, when there was a lot of noise outside the window and the fireworks were brilliant, I felt more and more lonely. Why do people use so much enthusiasm and noise, with such a boring TV show, to greet another year that looks the same, where joy is unknowable, and anger and depression are bound to happen? Matteo's jump reminded me of Mandelstam's writing: We swallow the air of death with every sigh, and every hour is death to us.
Society is a huge torrent, and a dirty society is a dirty torrent. One has to walk diagonally in it to survive, not rampage. It is a pity that these truths cannot be taught to me by the transcripts of my childhood.
I believe that compassion is the source of good art. The professor in the film gives Nicola points for compassion, and we in life are penalized for compassion.
I also believe that both a sense of justice and a tendency to violence reside within me. Whenever I see Matteo's violent tendencies recurring, I'm reminded of how I've been suppressing it over the years. Among us, people who are not violent and have no sense of justice are called good people.
Matteo's detachment and frustration make me feel so intimate. How many times have I asked myself, can I reconcile with the outside world? But I didn't even have the courage to go out and Say Hi. Who am I going to say Hi to? Is it the people who steal vegetables during the day and play "Three Kingdoms Killing" at night? I think I'm still a little lonely.
Thank you for this film about compassion for accompanying me into the new year. I'll call it the New Year, not another year.
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