The first time I saw this, I pressed pause key, thought for a while, the past rushed from the back of the head to the front and spread out, and the nose was a little sore.
Whether true love can expel people's fear of death is as superficial as I haven't experienced it yet, but a pot of daigo wakes me up is that we are all too used to making too many excuses for ourselves, and we are moved to tears and don't want to face the reality.
In love, we struggle and wander, back and forth, undecided. Even when they were about to separate, they had to hold hands and look at their tears, and said 10,000 reasons why they were reluctant but had to separate. Move the heavens and move the earth, even Jesus can hear the bitterness in your heart.
So you desperately stressed to all your friends: "It's not that he doesn't love me anymore, it's just that he has a last resort, and his heart is bleeding." A friend who is kinder will follow your words and accompany you through this journey. The Queen Mother dismantled the Cowherd and Weaver Girl's agonizing drama addiction. A friend with a bit of poisonous tongue may roll your eyes, "Don't talk about it, he just doesn't love you anymore." Then your pair of soft catkins turn into bones, your fingers are firmly embedded in your friend's shoulders, and you repeatedly argue with a sharp cry with a little inner strength. "He still loves you" is a false proposition, at least you have to let your friend admit that he just doesn't love you that much before you are willing to quit. The friend had to bandage the eardrum and the wound on the shoulder while nodding and saying yes, "Okay, he's just a last resort, he just doesn't love you so much."
But, not so loving and not loving, which is the same thing. You're just not being honest enough to face reality.
Love is like that, and life is like that.
I get too many private messages asking me for help, asking if I should drop everything and go after what I really love. In the beginning, I always wanted everyone to pursue what they love like my sister, and I didn’t want everyone to endure all the hardships from scratch.
Later I understood that people who can ask if they should leave everything behind to chase are not loving enough. In other words, don't love it yet. We always like to emphasize walking at the intersection of life, because this step may change our life, so we are cautious. But in retrospect, even a cowardly and cowardly person like me never hesitated in the face of what he truly loved. Not to mention the greats with a strong sense of self.
I also had the experience of lying about my love for something, but an elder woke up my Lord Ye Haolong with a single sentence, "I don't see in you the urge to have a fever for this." Only later did I try to tell myself Honestly, I peeled the cocoon layer by layer and asked myself, only to find that what I love is not the thing itself, but the glory it will bring me.
In the face of true love, the intersection that needs to be considered over and over does not exist at all, and there is only one path you should take in your eyes.
If you go back to a Woody Allen movie, you might ask Thoreau after midnight if he has ever hesitated to live alone for two years at Walden Pond, and he will tell you the inconveniences of life and the Difficulty is there, but hesitation is not.
In an interview with "The world is getting worse", Yohji Yamamoto talked about the choice of clothing in the past. There is a sentence that I have always remembered. He said: "mainstream is so boring, edgy is..." (can't help but hearty laugh ), "very exciting.".
Stop making excuses, who doesn't want to be rampant, maverick, and famous for eternity, but if you can't take that step, it's because you don't love.
The original chapter is this:
Love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face.
I believe that true and pure love produces a stage of relief from death, and that all cowardice comes from not loving or not loving fully, both. Brave and sincere people face death head-on because their love is passionate enough to drive death out of their heads.
In the end, I was very selfish to promote a personal account of my own, and I used it as a blog.
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