I watched "Frank" last night, and I was very impressed. I always wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start. I'm not a music lover, but I can understand Frank. I once knew a friend who played a band. I went with him to a live house in Wudaokou and MAO in Nanluo. I met a few lesser-known bands, and it was the first time I saw how the roaring sound is not made in my voice and why. The people in the audience are going to bump around. But in fact, at the time, I was indifferent to them and even a little despised. The inner OS is: There are thousands of people who love music. Do you think it will be Cui Jian from China and Jay-Z from the United States? Don't be silly, try to fill your stomach is the real thing.
But with the growth of age and the richness of growth experience, it is more and more understandable that everyone has a world of their own in their hearts, just like Frank has always used that headgear to isolate the world that does not belong to him. His parents were right: he didn't create such awesome music because of some tortuous childhood or mental illness, but because of his talent! Maybe I was the Jon in the film when I was young, and I didn't fit in with their world, and breaking in would only hurt both. Because many times, I don’t know myself, and I need to keep bumping into something else. If it bounces back, I will find: Oh, it’s not me.
After so much chattering, I actually want to say: In the face of the unbearableness and darkness of this world, we work hard to learn those skills, not to force ourselves to be people we despise, but to suffer less and let ourselves live well better. At the end, put a particularly favorite sentence: "When the sacred thing in your heart is destroyed, that is the beginning of practice."
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