Happy to the end, let the sorrow go to hell

"When you are happy, look into your own hearts and you will find that the sorrows of the past now make you happy. When you are sad, look at your own heart again, and you will find that the happiness that was once there is now bringing you to tears. — Gibran, "Joy and Sorrow"

And in the year of establishment, I saw more life and death. At first hearing the bad news, first sighed, then sadness, then fear. It is not the fear of the dead soul, but the fear of the impermanence of life, the unknown of the future, but also the separation from the loved ones, the separation from the beloved. Occasionally reading Gibran's "Joy and Sorrow", the heavy heart seems to find a window to vent. I read the poem over and over again almost frantically, and the sentence seemed to have a powerful force that struck my heart hard.

I saw a news story that a 146-year-old man finally chose the method of hunger strike and starvation to end his life. It sounds incredible at first glance. How many people in this society lose their lives at a young age, and how many people drag their sick and weak bodies in a good year. Longevity and health should be the common pursuit of everyone. The old man is 146 years old and can still eat, and his movement is not hindered, so why should he seek his own death? It is said that the old man has been married 4 times, witnessed the death of his wife, siblings and children, and was a bit "impatient to live". Perhaps, what forces the old man to the "dead end" is not only "impatience", but the pain of separation from his loved ones. The old man's life is not happy, but when people go to the empty building, the happiness of the past makes him cry one night.

I had a conversation with my partner about life and death:

"If one of us goes first one day, what will happen to the remaining one?"

"When that day comes, there is a way to survive."

"If there really is a day, will the happier the person become more sentimental?"

"Well, when it's time to grieve, be sad. People will find ways to make up for their grief. ”

Man is not a god, who can control fate? If I could live to be 146 years old, maybe I would choose the same ending as the old man, maybe I would be more afraid of death. Who knows? Thinking of Lin Juemin's "And make me die first, there is no peace." "Shake your head, I'm still a little more selfish.

Think about your own life, because childhood is not always happy, so you can feel happiness more in adulthood. My parents, because they have experienced hard times, are satisfied with the existing life. This is what Gibran said: "The deeper the sorrow engraved on you, the more joy you can put on it"?

Writing and writing, a little incoherent, but the mood is much more comfortable. It seems that "I wish you happiness forever" is just a self-deceptive sentence. Looking back, can the creatures of the world know sorrow other than people? Man is wise, but this wisdom brings harm. At this time, it is still an ignorant animal, happy to be happy to the end, let the sadness go to hell!