It’s been too long in this familiar city.
Because of habit, so ignore. I ignored my inner desires, the changes of the people around me, and the restlessness concealed by the peaceful life.
At the beginning of 2007, I wrote here: "God blocked a wall in front of me, but opened a window." Then it became a truth.
Then turn around and leave, can you see another side of this world?
Everything in the past is far away, whether it is the piano boy with the flower head, the top student who walks on the campus and is treated as a monster, or the escaper who hates school. Those selves have stayed in the long river of time. They can never catch up to me anymore.
When I was very young, I thought that thinking was my personal patent. Then, I felt deeply sad when I found that the people around me also possessed the same ability, or even more outstanding. So who am I? Is it another child down the human reproduction pipeline, or a unique individual?
This is a question that is destined to have no answer. This is a sphinx mystery that has been questioned by countless ancestors. Therefore, I chose to follow the rhythm of fate, like most people, step by step. Eventually became one of the many beings, no longer caring about "Who am I?" and
started watching movies with the theme of "searching for myself". See "The Devil Through Prada" bit by bit, "Lost in Tokyo", people in "Fight Club" all choose to "amnesia", "American Beauty" lives a "life with a glass of wine", and "Nanny" in the Upper East Side A "reality show" was staged in front of the surveillance camera, and the "sea pianist" played the "rhythm forgotten by my heart". . . . . .
The screenwriters let these confused people "find themselves" at the end. However, what I see is just a group of people who stop exploring and settle for the status quo in their lives. They actually did not find the answer, but when the setbacks came, when the suffering passed, they ruled out some interference options.
The closer you are to the truth, the easier it is for people to give up because they think they have already got it, because no one has got the "truth" before.
Before ending a failed exploration and embarking on a new journey, please allow me to end this non-prose and non-film review with a question mark.
So who am I?
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