2. Could it be that desire is innate? If you have not been shaken, it only means that your desire is not strong enough to touch your bottom line?
When the box slowly shows its attractive red color, when the box begins to emit beautiful music, and when the person who temporarily gets the box begins to revel with the music, the person who wants to get the box will change from the first person to two people. One, three... The rest of the people's nerves were slowly touched, like a very charming woman trying to tease them, and everyone's bottom line of desire was touched.
In the beginning, when one cannot resist the temptation and tries to grab the box, the others will try to balance the inclination brought about by desire, even if it is forced, but they all know clearly that balance and survival are closely related.
When the desire accumulates to a certain level, everyone's faces begin to look hideous, their thoughts begin to be confused, and their behaviors begin to become crazy. Don't hesitate to break the balance to snatch that box.
The price is either death or hopelessness. I think the latter is more tormenting.
I can't help but start to feel anxious. Could it be that there is such an unknown bottom line of desire in my nature. Once touched, I am willing to become a slave of the devil, willing to be driven by desire and become a monster with red eyes, blue face and fangs.
Thinking of this, the anxiety disorder began to become more and more out of control. Don't laugh at my unfounded worries. For me, it is common for me to assume some painful and maddening situation in my head from time to time, and then force myself to find a way to escape. In this world, no one has a quirk.
If there is always this potential risk factor in my life, is it that I am essentially a layman—no matter how many books I have read, how much thinking I have done, how sensible I am, and how careful I am (although I actually I haven't met these standards yet), and I can't get rid of the fact that I'm probably like a street gangster who foolishly destroys myself because I can't stand the temptation of desire, and even drags down many innocent people. The thought is so frustrating.
What is the difference between me and a street gangster? Is it something different that makes us desire? In other words, is the bottom line of my desire to tear off my moral mask different?
Again, why would it be different? I have read many books and received countless baptisms on morality, thought and spirit, and I have also thought a little about the truth, goodness and beauty in my inner world and human nature. Perhaps because of these, the bottom line of my desires is compared with A street gangster is much higher. By contrast, there were far fewer risk factors that could lure me into a fall.
In other words, my existing way of life is not completely useless. The more reading, more newspapers, more vegetables, and more sleep that I admire can save me in a certain sense.
Final conclusion: Compared with a street gangster, I am still a little different. Yes, feel at ease.
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