But he still did it. Time and time again I searched, not for the answer, but for the irreparable eight minutes, for the last voice of my father on the phone, and for my heart that was boiled and tormented.
He walked the streets and visited families. Happy, sad, huggable, old, away from the city, irritable, kind, compassionate, black, a hundred people, transvestites, he has seen them all. He still uses harsh words to hurt others and hurt himself.
Running is for redemption, hurt is for punishment. However, I don't think he really understands what he wants to redeem and punish. He just blindly decides what to do, and engrave the missed eight minutes into his soul, self-tortured and hard to stop.
In fact, everything is not that difficult. Just reach out and let go.
Reach out and catch someone else's hand. Let go of all your past obsessions. His mother was right behind him, and she was always looking for him as he searched for unknown secrets. He has explored every trace, walked through every path he has traveled, drew the same map, met the same people, and remembered the same expressions.
Redemption is that simple. There is no need for self-punishment and closure, but hugs and love. There will always be someone who loves you, just behind you, with already open hands.
Just like the last group of villains in his book, we must experience pain, it will hit you to the ground and make you roll around in pain. But this is not important, what is important is that after you have experienced struggle and confusion, remember to wake up, stand up, and walk over.
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