This is the story of a middle-aged man whose career, family, father-son relationship was in a mess, and I cried bitterly in this line:
I remember once imagine what my life would be like, what I'd be like. I pictured having these qualities, strong, positive qualities that people could pick up on from across a room. But as time passed, few ever became any of these qualities I acturally had. And all the possibilities I faced, and the sorts of people I could be, all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer, until finally they reduced to one... to who I am. And that's who I am. The weather man.
Finally the weatherman goes back and continues to be a weatherman diligently, the difference is he His mentality was different. He used his father's words as his motto to re-look at his own life, his own life, "this shit life". Just, "what's the poiiiiiiinttttt??!" I yelled in tears. What is the meaning of such a life, what kind of life is meaningful?
I seem to be more determined not to have children, because I don't want to be a parent who ignores the needs of children, like the protagonist in a movie. We can't blame him, because no one can be a perfect parent, there must be omissions and times. Whether it's looking forward to having a baby or avoiding it, even if it's mixed with joy, I think if you ask parents whose children have grown up, they'll say they don't regret having a baby. A beautiful thing brings countless precious joys, and the pain in it has also become joy. It's just children. No one asked if they wanted to come before they came.
But maybe I just saw the regrets of doing something, and I didn't think there might be more regrets not doing it.
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