Melrose is a fairy drama, thank you teacher Benny. This post-viewing review is sent to Doctor Strange. Without him, I would never go to make up for the teacher's new work, and I would never see such a fairy tale drama. Thank you Teacher Qi. Thanks also, Mr. Benny. What does it really mean to be alive? From birth to death, ask for a lifetime. Some people are lucky enough to find the love of their life early. Even if he is chasing the crazy madman he loves, he finally walks towards the end. He has built a road for his life, no matter how long or short the road is, and whether he is lucky enough to get a kiss from his beloved in this life. He knows what it means to be human. For more people, they are not lucky enough to be born with such a path. More people were left in the middle of the foggy, empty square, facing life in the most immature and defenseless form and in the most vulnerable form. But life at that time was just a fog, because there was nothing to know, so there was nothing. It was the family who shouldered the responsibility of helping him clear the fog when he was young. The family teaches the child how to clear the clouds, the family teaches the child how to face the world, and the family outputs the first set of outlook on life to the child. The first set is also the strongest set. But not the best set. Perhaps most of us have experienced this kind of conflict: the way parents are accustomed to doing things means harm to their children. What's more, parents become more aggressive than usual when dealing with young children. Family is the starting point of human life. When they came out of their comfort zone and faced this white, wordless book that life gave us, they should have been healthy and full of energy. He must have a complete mind, in order to be able to appreciate the variety of flavors in the real world, and to find the uniqueness of this body in the variety of flavors. Things are changing, life and death are revolving, and what human beings pass down from generation to generation to future generations is just an opportunity to think about this ultimate question. It should be so. Patrick was not so lucky, his childhood was spent in the omnipresent white terror provided by his parents, and his upbringing was paralleled by the repressive rule of his father's tarsus, an old school, traditional, underappreciated and self-proclaimed. Extraordinary men want to enjoy the thrill of being at the top of the world by taking control of their family. He also has a mother who is dedicated to spreading love all over the world. The mother is also trapped in the prison set up by her father for the family. The deeper she is trapped, the more extensive her love for human beings. She turned all the suffering in her family into charity to spread to the whole world, and she loved everything except her family. Patrick is just a kid. He knew that the way his father and mother were doing things was hurting him. But he couldn't imagine, he had nowhere to go, he couldn't do anything. He couldn't make any attempt to save himself from the quagmire except for his parents who held the hilt. And his parents stabbed the knife into his heart, and continued to use force, the deeper and deeper-his father raped him in the name of discipline, and his mother turned a blind eye to his help. The meaning of his life was cut off right here. The family did not give him a strong body nor a tenacious spirit. The family gave him a heavy blow, making him fall to his knees, bleeding profusely. If life is about finding a reason to survive, then this reason must not point to gaining pain. But there are always people who start their long life with such pain. Since then, all the beautiful scenery in the world, Senluo, is just the salt smeared on the broken body in his eyes. Many of my friends who thought they had a traumatic childhood eventually chose to study developmental psychology, knowing that the unevenness in their life now came from some kind of ups and downs in their childhood. Studying psychology does not heal wounds, it only allows us to understand where the wounds come from. But it has taken us too long to see why. face it than It's much harder to trace back pain. Wanting to let go is a far-fetched delusion. Patrick didn't try to stop escaping the pain until his father died. He tried to refuse drugs, tried to face reality, tried to stand with his dead father. But his reason was crushed by the overwhelming pain again and again, so he had to flee back to the comfort zone of autism, and had to seal the painful memories in the very edge of the memory, even if it was useless for healing. He's too cowardly, too fragile, he's too powerless. In the face of childhood scars, he will always be the unarmed child. He wants the victim to muster the courage to be shattered by the trauma. It is a bystander's nonsense that Patrick has accumulated It took twenty years to finally accumulate that little bit of strength, to expose the wounds that only he licked to another person, and to let the rotten smell go to dry and return to the sun. This power gave him "some hope", it seemed small, and the changes made to it seemed insignificant, but speaking of it, facing it, this was the greatest attempt of the evader. He finally started trying to sew up his wound. Just sew. No forgiveness, of course no forgiveness. Pain constitutes him, and the influence of family on him is like a scab wound across his body. Of course, it is difficult for such people to integrate into the ideal society, and it is difficult for them to understand the meaning of life. , because survival means suffering to them. Endless pain. This society always preaches the power of positivity, and it wants people to face life head-on, work hard to find their destination, and move forward with determination. Some people are lucky enough to find the love of their life early and understand the meaning of life at an early age. Some people are more miserable than them. They have been in the secular world for a long time and have not yet obtained the true scriptures. They have been walking on the road to the west all their lives. Some people were strangled before they came out of the shell. They couldn't understand most of the beauty in this world. The word meaning was too illusory for him. He stuck to the battle field with pain all his life. Tears are pain, joy is pain. Losing is pain, gaining is pain. It is pain to keep everything as it was, and it is also pain to renew everything. To live is to suffer. Patrick's every move will involve old scars, which remind him of the unforgivable pain. The old era finally came to an end with the departure of his mother, but the imprint of the old era left him has not been eliminated, and he is still inevitably influenced by the gifts of his parents. He was led by Patrick, Eleanor, David. Composed of a mix of people, he is Patrick who was pressed by his parents with a soldering iron. It was painful for him to realize this clearly, and he hated it all his life. things that will accompany him throughout his life. It was himself who pained him the most, and it was a ridiculous Faustian cycle. How does this relieve him? When the plot came to the last second, the young Patrick in the fantasy said "No" to his father, and he finally had the courage to say goodbye to the past, no matter what the reason. Patrick walked into his life, pushed open the door to meet the sun, even though he was still him, even though the scars were still, even though the pain was still there. But after all, the generations are changing, the older generation is withdrawing from the stage, and the younger generation is growing up from infancy. The wounds inherited from the previous generation—after an almost masochistic remorse—was diluted and passed on to the next generation much softer. In the process of battling the pain, he also got some generous gifts from the world by accident. He has family, friends, and the bottom of the dark world sprinkles him with scattered stars. Of course, a small gain is not enough to fill the huge gap that has been lost for forty years, but this is a gain that has nothing to do with pain. He was born from pain and struggled with pain for half his life. He learned to stand up straight and shudder at the frontal pain. He has not been able to resolve the pain, and he has not been able to say goodbye to the pain. But he is still alive. Breathe, observe, think, realize. Even though every move, every word, and deed is lacerated with blood dripping from the muscles, living itself means victory. It was a blow to death, a rejection of the absurd world. In the distorted course of life, death is the intended destination, and those who resist death are the greatest warriors. This life is so dirty and ugly, sinking here is so meaningless, but meaninglessness is meaning itself. We are forever against our darkness, forever against the emptiness of loneliness, forever against the unstoppable death, because confrontation is the only means of self-expression, and confrontation is the carrier of life. And this is the most essential meaning of being alive: against the pain, against the scars, against the shadows of childhood, against the temptation of death. Although this battlefield will connect people's lives, it does not mean that people's lives are meaningless. Because living itself is the greatest meaning of living. , even if the pain remains. But after all, the generations are changing, the older generation is withdrawing from the stage, and the younger generation is growing up from infancy. The wounds inherited from the previous generation—after a near-masochistic remorse—are diluted and passed on to the next generation much softer. In the process of battling the pain, he also got some generous gifts from the world by accident. He has family, friends, and the bottom of the dark world sprinkles him with scattered stars. Of course, a small gain is not enough to fill the huge gap that has been lost for forty years, but this is a gain that has nothing to do with pain. He was born from pain and struggled with pain for half his life. He learned to stand up straight and shudder at the frontal pain. He has not been able to resolve the pain, and he has not been able to say goodbye to the pain. But he is still alive. Breathe, observe, think, realize. Even though every move, every word, and deed is lacerated with blood dripping from the muscles, living itself means victory. It was a blow to death, a rejection of the absurd world. In the distorted course of life, death is the intended destination, and those who resist death are the greatest warriors. This life is so dirty and ugly, sinking here is so meaningless, but meaninglessness is meaning itself. We are forever against our darkness, forever against the emptiness of loneliness, forever against the unstoppable death, because confrontation is the only means of self-expression, and confrontation is the carrier of life. And this is the most essential meaning of being alive: against the pain, against the scars, against the shadows of childhood, against the temptation of death. Although this battlefield will connect people's lives, it does not mean that people's lives are meaningless. Because living itself is the greatest meaning of living. , even if the pain remains. But after all, the generations are changing, the older generation is withdrawing from the stage, and the younger generation is growing up from infancy. The wounds inherited from the previous generation—after an almost masochistic remorse—was diluted and passed on to the next generation much softer. In the process of battling the pain, he also got some generous gifts from the world by accident. He has family, friends, and the bottom of the dark world sprinkles him with scattered stars. Of course, a small gain is not enough to fill the huge gap that has been lost for forty years, but this is a gain that has nothing to do with pain. He was born from pain and struggled with pain for half his life. He learned to stand up straight and shudder at the frontal pain. He has not been able to resolve the pain, and he has not been able to say goodbye to the pain. But he is still alive. Breathe, observe, think, realize. Even though every move, every word, and deed is lacerated with blood dripping from the muscles, living itself means victory. It was a blow to death, a rejection of the absurd world. In the distorted course of life, death is the intended destination, and those who resist death are the greatest warriors. This life is so dirty and ugly, sinking here is so meaningless, but meaninglessness is meaning itself. We are forever against our darkness, forever against the emptiness of loneliness, forever against the unstoppable death, because confrontation is the only means of self-expression, and confrontation is the carrier of life. And this is the most essential meaning of being alive: against the pain, against the scars, against the shadows of childhood, against the temptation of death. Although this battlefield will connect people's lives, it does not mean that people's lives are meaningless. Because living itself is the greatest meaning of living. It means victory. It was a blow to death, a rejection of the absurd world. In the distorted course of life, death is the intended destination, and those who resist death are the greatest warriors. This life is so dirty and ugly, sinking here is so meaningless, but meaninglessness is meaning itself. We are forever against our darkness, forever against the emptiness of loneliness, forever against the unstoppable death, because confrontation is the only means of self-expression, and confrontation is the carrier of life. And this is the most essential meaning of being alive: against the pain, against the scars, against the shadows of childhood, against the temptation of death. Although this battlefield will connect people's lives, it does not mean that people's lives are meaningless. Because living itself is the greatest meaning of living. It means victory. It was a blow to death, a rejection of the absurd world. In the distorted course of life, death is the intended destination, and those who resist death are the greatest warriors. This life is so dirty and ugly, sinking here is so meaningless, but meaninglessness is meaning itself. We are forever against our darkness, forever against the emptiness of loneliness, forever against the unstoppable death, because confrontation is the only means of self-expression, and confrontation is the carrier of life. And this is the most essential meaning of being alive: against the pain, against the scars, against the shadows of childhood, against the temptation of death. Although this battlefield will connect people's lives, it does not mean that people's lives are meaningless. Because living itself is the greatest meaning of living.
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