The riddled reality tells us that the truth of life is so cruel. Fighting against this malicious world with enthusiasm and hope, even if we have family and friends, we are still lonely. To endure this loneliness alone, we have to pretend to smile even if we have to cry... In fact, the best way is to not be able to cry if we want to. Sad, fortunate that we can still cry like the heroine. Laughing and laughing while watching the comedy that weeps, makes our lives a mess.
So, don't lie to yourself. It's a bottomless pit that never ends once it begins. Life will not get better slowly, if we continue to live in slump as always. Those heartaches and memories will not ease with the passage of time, and every time I remember them in the future, the pain will be the same as before. Day after day, eating, numb work, sleeping... This is the standard life, there are occasional surprises, but now the more lively the place feels, the more lonely it is. The noise and joy seemed like a hallucinogenic drug, satisfying only a momentary euphoria.
In the play, the heroine has always used exaggerated forms of expression to communicate her inner OS with the audience, and some of them are also our inner cry. We are as sensitive as the heroine and even self-deceiving. I also want to live a life full of vitality, optimism and seriousness, but every time I get slapped in the face by reality, in addition to anger and sadness, I am powerless.
Back to reality, in fact, my text is very realistic. To tell the truth, I cried a third of the pack of tissue paper while watching this mini-series. This time was a bit exhausting, in addition to the busy work, endless overtime, personal relationship problems, a little bit of discord with friends, and some unexplainable depression followed one after another. I didn't want to talk for a day or two, didn't want to show any expression, I was extremely depressed, just the feeling that I couldn't get better. I was sulking with myself, I didn’t forgive myself, I fell asleep crying or woke up in the morning with tears all over my cheeks. When I woke up, I didn’t know if I had a sad nightmare or if I fell asleep, the mess in my head was still haunting, I would do it, Will be hypocritical, will think too much by himself. Maybe there is a problem in reality, subjectively I will avoid it, so my dream reminds you again and again to face reality. Maybe there is no problem in reality, but I always panic and think too much, which leads to nightmares. Like the heroine, she looks very hard and likes to pretend to be strong. In fact, his heart is fragile, his ability to resist pressure is so weak that he will be crushed in minutes.
I can temporarily maintain my peace of mind. I am not as lucky as the heroine to meet a touch of warmth from a stranger, but to negotiate with myself in my heart and try to reconcile with myself. I'm not a psychiatrist, but I clearly feel that urbanites can use this method to reduce stress when they are stressed. They can't analyze themselves with outsiders, but they can talk to themselves. Well, this sounds a bit precise, but it's not a split personality. .
Confronting ourselves, our resilience to stress depends on sensitivity. Sensitivity is a weird thing that allows you to perceive and understand others, but it's a bad thing because it messes with your normal judgment. In fact, most of our troubles are self-inflicted. Of course, I don't admit that this is a fuss, because some things are right in front of you and sink in your heart. De-stressing is sometimes a big cry for me, sometimes it's overeating, and sometimes it's just going on a rampage until I can't walk. . .
Thankfully I have a bad memory, and thankfully people around me are genuinely willing to trust me to continue caring about me. Fortunately, the mess of life did not continue to get worse. It is not our face but our heart that pretends to be strong. Sometimes we live in the expectations of others when we are tired, and we are not honest enough to be honest with ourselves when we are unhappy. Our emotions are easily kidnapped by other people or things. Be yourself, live yourself, find joy for yourself. A little kindness might add a little warmth to this messy life, whether others give us or we give others. A hug is also very powerful. Before I went to the office to work overtime on weekends, my uncontrollable temper made me lose my temper with my mother. When I got home in the early morning, I took the initiative to hug her and said sorry, I’m too tired recently, no It's time to get angry with you. I really slept well that night. If you can, hug more. If people don't give you hugs, we can take the initiative. There is a detail in this play. When the heroine and her sister lived in the same room, when they saw the sister who was sleeping in the next bed, they couldn't help begging for a hug and falling asleep together. I think she slept very well that day, and there would be no evil. Dreams follow like shadows.
Ps I don't know how many people read this text and feel the same way. At least everyone has their own troubles, and there will be a period of time when they live in a state of ignorance. I hope everyone can let go and really smile from the inside out.
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