Wandering, is it really immortal?

Jimmie 2022-03-23 09:03:10

This is a French movie. The life of Mona, the protagonist of The Wanderer, shocked me a lot. This girl has been wandering on the road, walking without stopping, without stopping. Because as soon as she stops, she has to face the question of existence and meaning. She couldn't answer. She was really impatient. Once, she met a master of philosophy who was shepherding sheep in the mountains. His advice to Mona was to stop, do something, let life settle down, and if you keep going, you will lose yourself.

At present, "on the road" has become a myth in the hearts of our young generation. The wandering life and the adventure of no fixed place make the young blood fascinated. And in a way, it's also an abdication of responsibility. Many times, it is not the lack of determination to give up, but the courage to face it. When it comes to being "tired of living", we should choose life rather than death. That is to say, we cannot choose to blindly pursue the dream that does not actually exist, or that has never been clear in our hearts, but is down-to-earth, following the trajectory of the dream, repositioning, and pursuing it.

I love documentaries, and I always get beautiful enjoyment and reflections on my own life from documentaries. This is the opposite, and contradictions are everywhere.

The quiet rural life or the magnificent natural wild scenery in the documentary makes people sigh about the mediocrity of our life; the various experiments and innovations carried out with high technology in the documentary also make us secretly think about the power of knowledge and the importance of learning; The regional customs and unpretentious characters of various countries in China make people feel disgusted and want to escape from being in a flashy social network.

And if people are always entangled in contradictory thinking and cannot extricate themselves, they will be stuck in the quagmire of the same place and unable to move forward. These ideas don't make you progress, and they don't give you the motivation to progress. Just like when you encounter a difficult problem, if you are entangled with why the question came out like this, and whether there are loopholes in the conditions of the question stem, then there is no need to solve the problem.

Everyone's life in the world is unique, and everyone's world is extremely wonderful, but this wonderfulness is discovered and the degree of recognition varies greatly. We can no longer complain about why we live so routinely and without bright spots.

Such complaints will stop us from moving forward and push us into the grave step by step.

Of course, sometimes we are gambling with reality and we have to rely on some luck. Chasing dreams is also a gamble in itself, but it is not a simple gamble. The more talented you are, the more thoughtful you are, the more skilled you are, the more experienced you are, and the more effort you put in, the greater the chance of winning. Many people envy the "literary and artistic youth" who turned from ordinary employees to photographers, and their photography works have long been unique. People who quit their jobs to become painters, when they were working people, already painted good paintings; raised funds to open petty bourgeoisie cafes The career changer of , is definitely not the one who learned the way of business before opening the store, and then went to the cram school to make up for it. They have spent years and months investigating and trying, and are qualified to choose another road at the intersection. No one who pursues a dream succeeds in a hasty thought.

We are the riddle that no one guesses. We are fairy tales trapped in our own image. We are that which has been advancing without reaching understanding.

What is freedom for our students? Maybe we are not qualified to discuss yet. What is freedom when we go into a bodywork that we don't like? Is it to temporarily put aside the tedious work to breathe fresh air? Free from red tape and freewheeling? Are you fed up with the injustice around others and crying bitterly? Or...the perfectly imaged watercolor nature in our eyeballs contrasts sharply with the mechanical steel and concrete in the city. Therefore, we will feel that every grass and every tree in nature is more beautiful than the actual one, the flowers may be more vivid, the grass may be more crisp, and the trees may be more stalwart.

However, consciously or not, we beautify everything we see with the hope and desire for freedom in our subjective thoughts, and what is all this in Mona's eyes? Nature is nature, it includes the sky, the earth and everything that grows. It's as simple as that. I believe this is the nature in Mona's eyes. I guess this is also the good intention of Agnès, which makes us connect our inner experience with the Compared with Na's, oh, it turns out that Mona's heart has nothing.

University is so cruel, when we are relentlessly searching for goals and planning for our "life", some people give up these, they seem to be freed from the vulgar society and thus gain their freedom, But they paid a good price for it, that is the most beautiful youth. In the film, Mona has completely lost herself and is unable to save herself. Although she is unwilling to find herself a boss in any form and wants to be her own master, she does not give herself any future. Even trekking in the north of France on a harsh winter's day, instead of heading towards the warm, sunny south of France, where hope is clear. Mona does not look at the future, but we, and those who have met her, can clearly see the result of her wandering.

When death came, I saw Mona's tears and her wailing, and I didn't understand what it meant, and I didn't need to. I clearly see that wandering is the accelerator of life, and it is also a rotating grinding wheel. It will make you walk faster and faster until it disappears, and it will also grind your heart to ash. Mona's final destination is death - she freezes to death in the suburbs.

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Vagabond quotes

  • la platonologne Mme Landier: Why did you drop out?

    Mona Bergeron, sans toit ni loi: Champagne on the road's better!

  • les Bergers: She blew in like the wind. No plans, no goals... No wishes, no wants... We suggested things to her. She didn't want to do a thing. Wandering? That's withering. By proving she's useless, she helps a system she rejects. It's not wandering, it's withering.