In this world, not many people have dreams, even if they do, many are slowly giving up on it.
The reason is that the world is in the hands of people who have no dreams. They just live in reality and maintain the balance of the world. Those who dared to dream either started a war or caused a disturbance. Sometimes they are lucky to create art, but many of them have given happiness or their lives for it. All in all, the long-lived in the world are mostly mediocre.
Like the simplest, fern without flowers and fruits, it can survive for so long.
I happened to listen to Zhang Yusheng's song today. Someone commented that God is jealous of talents. That's right. The world cannot evolve too fast.
I am not asking you to give up, because I love my dreams.
I love theater, film, painting, and all the art of images. I am 25 years old, doing mediocre work, but I can still talk with you about my dreams with bright eyes.
But
never let your dreams hurt others. I did not do well.
I hurt my family, and together I carry the burden of the gap between difficulties and dreams;
I hurt my friends, escape reality with me and express the injustice of fate;
I hurt my lover, and play life insecurely with me;
I hurt To everyone, who cares about me.
Because I was too impetuous, too ostentatious, too good at expressing and agitating, I passed the price that I should have paid for my dreams to the inexplicable others, but did not release my pain.
I always believe that the length of life for everyone is sufficient, no matter how short it is, there is no regrets in time.
It is as short as a few tens of seconds, at least it can breathe the air without regret; it is as short as a few days, at least it has seen its parents and relatives, flowers and trees; it is as short as a few years, at least childish and carefree; it is as short as a dozen years , At least taste the beauty of everything...
Therefore, I would like to use my unknown life to give myself a chance to go in the direction I dream of. For this, I must pay the price, the price of enduring anxiety, emptiness, loneliness, loss of freedom and so on. I am fortunate that in these interspersed life, in order for me to persevere, it gives me aesthetics, adventures and selfless concern.
I have always had a theory that the world gives creatures the ability to reproduce in order for creatures to survive, but the pain of reproduction is the competition of males and the delivery of females. In order to prevent creatures from refusing to reproduce due to pain, they mate. The process of turning into a pleasant process, enticing life to continue...
live in the present? Tolerate everything that cannot be changed, just like others, endure the pain that you should endure, and regard this as a thorny road that you must go through; at the same time, wake yourself up so that you can't fall into the border, and never change your direction just because there is no thorny road. Then, try to admire the flowers blooming on the thorns, and praise the sharp blades of the thorns...
the way of others, there are other people's ways of walking, true friends, there are signals that recognize each other, the end points are the same, and the names are all called ideals.
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