I often complained that I was engaged in meaningless work every day and was monotonous, but when I saw the operators on the assembly line repeating simple and mechanical actions like a machine, I suddenly felt that I lived a happy life every day. Just like the screws on the production line, although they are small, they will not work without one. They numbly tore the chicken that was transmitted in front of them with their hands, without any expression on their faces. For them, work was just a means of barely allowing themselves to survive. But think about it carefully, who can actually get rid of the control of the big production line of society? We rely on our proficient skills to shine in the field we are good at, and it seems that we dominate our own life, but on the other hand, we are not restricted by society to do that in the field we are good at with peace of mind. Are there any screws? Each of us is placed in an endless universe, as small as a grain of sand in the boundless river of history.
A person's life is like that sand painting, even if it is carefully depicted and colorful in life, when it comes to the end, it will be reduced to ashes in an instant.
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