Each of us is working hard to perform.
The audience (the relatives and friends around)
and the director (all the morals and norms) are required to perform on this big stage (the
intricate society). I'm really afraid that occasionally I can't remember a line, or I'm in a cold scene in a scene
that should make the audience laugh .
Efforts to keep talking, from expressions to actions and clothing temperament.
There is an air of artificiality everywhere, and we say this is a civilized society.
Of course we didn't have the courage and wisdom to fool the audience. We
were pushed forward in a crowd of people. We are afraid of making mistakes, afraid of being
different , afraid of seeing strange eyes from the audience, and afraid of being left out. We are grandstanding and
careful to live.
Sometimes I want to be my true self, but I'm afraid of being seen through at a glance, so
even on a lonely night, when I cry, I don't forget to tell myself to breathe
firmly and work hard to survive.
Because this sense of loneliness wraps you from beginning to end, forcing you to go on
quietly , because you have no way of knowing what is reliable and what is certain, everything is hanging
in the air, making people feel at a loss.
You have been acting, and after acting, you have completely lost your original self
. Even if you don't feel it, you try to accept him, you are hypnotized to fall in love with him,
maybe you just lack a sense of security.
This is like countless married lives that are tasteless and unfortunate . You are arranged to give birth to a baby, everyone does it, no matter how much you
don't like it, since it is your play, you must continue to play it, play your mother's love, your kindness
, your innocence and kindness, play and play you I was moved to tears by myself.
When the audience gives you warm applause, you think you have achieved
unprecedented success, you are eager to become famous, you are eager to rise to the top, and you tirelessly
play one role after another on this stage that others look up to. You are shrouded in dazzling
lights, leaving your original path and drifting further away. When you want to return to the
original innocence, you find that you are too used to acting, too devoted to the role
, and unable to extricate yourself like a charged puppet.
You are still fighting for the so-called dream, how much you want to attract the attention of all eyes. But you forgot to ask yourself how you feel, how to laugh happily, you want more and more, you ignore the feelings of the people around you who love you the most, you can't understand that what they loved was the first the real you.
When you think you've won the whole world, only to find them disappearing from your sight.
There are pros and cons, as long as you know what you want is enough.
Isn't fighting a virtue? Isn't success an accepted standard of happiness?
I just hope that when you are tired, you can think of my shoulders to lean on. When you cry, think that I would like to accompany you and listen to your nagging. I'm here when you need me.
There is also an intermission during the performance. Under the brilliant lights, I hope you don't lose yourself. I will always be the audience who doesn't put any pressure on you. I feel happy watching your frowns and smiles. How I wish you were the truest version of yourself. When all the lights make you a star, of course I'll be happy for you too. But I know more deeply that we can no longer go back to the past, full of novelties and surprises. Every look is warm and loving.
I am still me, and you are not you anymore.
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