This depression comes from discovering one's own helplessness and insignificance-sitting on a yellow inflatable boat after the plane crash and letting the storm blow to an unknown place, the camera suddenly pulls to the sky, as if God is overlooking this disaster from a high place But there was no intention to lend a helping hand; when he first climbed the mountain, he held onto the rock tremblingly and looked into the distance, only to find that there was still an endless sea of water. But at this moment, apart from feeling a burst of despair in my stomach, how could I ever have the slightest sense of appreciation...
When I stand on land, the endless sea is calm, gentle and deep, even if I have seen the sea in different places many times, every time At one time, it made people feel open-minded and extremely comfortable;
but when the protagonist is in the middle of the sea, looking around, there is nothing but the bottomless water. At this moment, I feel that the sound of the waves is terrifying, and the sea can easily swallow people.
Whether it was the first time he rushed to the sea without hesitation but was overturned by a big wave, he chose to give in and return to the island. Four years later, he sailed into the wind and waves on a raft he made, and left the island that had saved his life but was very likely to be his final burial place. I was deeply moved by the perseverance and courage of the protagonist. This kind of character can be seen when he works at FedEx without an accident. He values time, takes his work seriously, and loves his lover seriously. In fact, if he stopped keeping track of time on the island, he would not have known that the tides in March and April were the highest and the wind was blowing to the sea, and he would be drowned by time on land forever. And if he didn't keep the red-haired "Wilson" and talk to him from time to time, after four years he might have lost his ability to communicate with others forever.
Although he is brave and strong, he is more of an ordinary person. When talking to "Wilson", he confessed that he is afraid to go to sea again, but I think he is more reluctant to stay on this island for the rest of his life, and let diseases, accidents and aging be among them. Take your own life at will. Maybe as he said, he didn't even have the right to choose when, where and how he died. But at that moment, he found himself going to live, to breathe, to live in this world, even though all that could prove his existence was a volleyball that he had given his name to.
After returning to the modern world, he felt unwell for a time. Because of the small achievements he has achieved through blood and sweat in the past four years, the step he took seems to be a joke. The various foods at the banquet to welcome him back were carefully cooked, and it took a lot of effort. The fire of "creation" is now contained in delicate containers, and it pops out with a flick of a finger. When night hits, no longer surrounded by ever-increasing darkness, gently turn on the switch of the bedside light, just like he did when he couldn't sleep when the flashlight hadn't run out of power, "crack" ——Open, staring at the calm face of his lover, "snap"-close, repeating this monotonous mechanical action, relying on his infinite nostalgia and longing for his lover to spend the sleepless nights.
But when he hurriedly walked into the lounge of the airport, he was greeted by the dentist he used to avoid, the husband of his lover. On the island, he missed her, and back in Memphis, he could only lose her forever.
Four years later, he sent the package with the butterfly logo on it, the package that held together a nostalgia for the place where one had lived and the faint hope of being able to return to that life. In fact, just when he got back here and got lost here, this package might once again help him find his way to the crossroads.
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