The environment in which I exist is too perfect. A healthy and happy family is always happy, a tepid study life, and a friend who grew up in the same happy family. No matter from which way, life never seems to have given me a chance to be hysterical. Sometimes, I even seem to subconsciously envy those beings who have been beaten by society to the point of being imperfect, envious of the possibility of such a Jedi counterattack in life.
Maybe I'm too afraid of mediocrity, but it's not that I'm afraid of obscurity. Perhaps, there is always hope in my heart, I want to have a hysterical cry in my life. Perhaps, I am just afraid of the flatness, the flatness that the previous generation most expected us to have.
Perhaps it is for this reason that makes me sigh for a movie. When I saw the life that was accidentally lost under those shaking shots, I sighed repeatedly in the bottom of my heart. In fact, the concept of being lost was very vague, and being lost in life is actually the inevitability of growth. Sometimes I feel that the real kind of loss has grown unreal. In fact, perhaps originally, for some people, that kind of swaying life can't even be called lost. It's just that each person has a different form of blooming life and...
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