Every time I come back to reality from Middle Earth, I feel lost. The blandness of life turned ugly at this point, and the predictable future smelled sleepy and sickening like a lift on a construction site outside a theater.
I always believe that I've been given more tolerance from life than I deserve, however as Dr. Hannibal said, "man always covets", the possible extraordinary, the possible grandiose and even the possible as seen in the movies The pain and sacrifice made me twitch with pain the moment I was teleported back to reality.
In my short twenty years as a human being, I've created countless troubles, taken on expectations that will never be met, and been in a state where I can never seem to reconcile with myself. Without seeing the mission and meaning, without seeing the value and true interest, the inertia of being human dragged me to dodge, sway, and occasionally play naughty in the quicksand of the desert time of the crowd.
"Crime and Punishment" fills the corners of modern crime movies and novels, as well as the self-evident gray areas of our daily life and the secret places of self-torture. I read a lot, but I don't even know what I love, or what else is worth loving.
However, in Middle-earth, everything is still like a pure, clear, and tough sapphire from childhood, revealing unpretentious beauty, and unsentimental joy, fear and sadness. Every character is a song, a sad and profound, melodious and free song. Chosen by fate, without complaint, full of fear, steadfastly and bravely went to each other. There are not only evil things on the way, the eternal battle of light and darkness, but also simple and sincere fellowship that makes people cry
We know that it will be different when we end together, some joys are gone forever, and some friendships can only last forever in our hearts, but those grand moments, those tragic moments, those moments of pain and torture, contradiction and fear, when you wake up from a dream Come is a treasure that cannot bear to throw away.
A writer said: People cling to pain and don't let go.
In a life that is stagnant like a quagmire, the dullness is like an abyss. Many times, it is not the pain that we hold tightly, but the endless pain of life that bites our brain and heart like a chronic disease, making us indifferent. , more indifferent, eyes dry, dry. We will not cry for others, nor for ourselves. If one day, we are as plain as a transparent white paper and blown away by the wind, no one will be surprised.
We thrive on it. False pain, or the truest pain, the truest emotion.
history becomes legend,
and legend becomes myth.
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