The older I get, the more I realize I've wasted a lot of time over the years without learning a lot of real things. I often listen to reports about the Taliban but never figure out what's going on, and I've never heard of it. The "Khmer Rouge" thing didn't even know that the people of the neighboring countries were still in dire straits when I was growing up mediocrely. This kind of empathy came too quickly because I found that the more mature self I thought was still ignorant in the end, and the things that I usually paid attention to didn't seem to matter much. All kinds of studies since childhood, desperately squeezed into college, then work and finally get old, life is like a tape, slowly turning to the end according to the established track. Many times I feel that we are not much different from the North Korean people in some respects. We all live in a small and closed circle, with only the present and the limited future in our eyes (I don’t mean to laugh at North Korea here. It is also a great nation). For me, the link between history and the present is full of uncertainties and things to be studied. All I can see are sentences that have been edited and modified for a long time, just like the work of the Ministry of Truth, which processes history in "1984". There is too little to believe in this age, and too much to exaggerate. However, I have lost the ability to scrutinize, lost this basis, and what is worthy of belief is even weaker.
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