I am very happy that I still exist in this world, because I can feel and think about pain. Part of these pains come from the trivialities in life, lack of social skills, and imperfect families. However, a large part of it comes from the fact that I will definitely not exist in the future. Many people say that life is like a play after experiencing the toss of most of their lives. And I seem to be born with my life as a child's play. My struggle is not just to survive, but to have fun in this life. At some very important forks in life, I tend to deliberately choose a wild road-a road with bushes and sparsely populated people. On the one hand, it is vanity and fantasizing about being special; on the other hand, it is curiosity and rebelliousness towards the secular path-I just want to do this and try to see what happens. In general, I hate many people and things, including myself. This has caused me to be very open when facing people. I hate that people who open their mouths and shut their mouths are the slogan and the spicy chicken is delicious, but I want to talk to them. I hate that people's life goals are unified and summarized as being successful and living a decent life. But I was eating with them in a stylish restaurant, listening to them share the mystery of promotion. I hate people talking about their pretentious "works", but I will give them a thumbs up. This is my hypocrisy and my way of living in the collective. However, these are not what I hate the most. After all, these are uncontrollable and have no right to judge. What I hate the most is me-not hypocrisy, but my lack of self-confidence, inertia, and not having to do my best to create; I hate myself for caring about the eyes and physical needs of others. This kind of hatred actually implies a kind of arrogance and arrogance, it seems that I should have been so good. But I am still happy. I am happy that there are so many good art works and creations in the world to appreciate. I have the opportunity and time to try my creations. Seeing good works, I seem to feel the author's pulse trembling slightly. It turns out that there are still people in the world asking themselves-who am I? Where am i from Where am i going? What is meaning and value? Morty said: "No one is born to know the purpose of their existence, no one belongs to any place, everyone will eventually leave this world." When sad, watch variety shows, and then continue to create. Start accepting trivial discussions, accepting different friends, and no longer cowardly seeking sympathy. Many times, I will still be overwhelmed by the world's vision and material life, and lose my compass. In the dead of night, I warned myself: "You exist as an independent individual."
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