Growing up is a disease

A person is a lonely world, but you are not willing to be so lonely. For a long time, you are longing for love, longing for gregaries, longing to go around the world. Therefore, loneliness is the reason for mutual attraction between people, between people and nature, or the need for assistance.

From the beginning of your birth, you have been separated from everything in the world——— across the window, across the road, across the fog, across the years, and look around at this strange home where you live. Then, again and again, you go out of the house, from here to there, over the city and the countryside, across the mountains and rivers, but there are still new things ahead of you as obstacles. Is there always something between you and your destination? Isn't it okay not to be separated by something?

So, for the first time, you strongly realize that if you are an independent individual, you must be separated from other things, and the external form of this division is distance. Without distance there would be no you, me.

He, there is no difference between things, and there is no such thing as this colorful and beautiful planet. However, you are a solitary person, many things need to be done and borne by yourself, and no one can replace you, such as: growth, illness, death, and so on. What's even more cruel is that about only you know your whole feelings, and what you say or write is only a small part of your heart. There are also many times when what you say is not the same thing as what you have in your heart.

From the inside out, from top to bottom, you are in a situation of "separation" or something, are you dazed, are you lost, are you in pain... Then, the ship of search for the heart and the deeds will anchor. However, the actual situation is not much better, because there will be no "other shore" in this world! What is there is only what you have experienced between this shore and the other shore, and all this is insurmountable to the whole of humanity. You were confined to this boat, trying your best to roll out, only to be scaled all over your body. So far, the problem of "separation" has not been solved. No matter where you go, no matter what you are separated, it is absolute.

You can never get there, can't! This is the definition of the word "separated". I am again dealing with a word and an objectively cruel truth that the word indicates. I understand it this way, far away is only pinpointed imagination, if you go there, the far side immediately becomes the side, the other shore only exists in the religious sense. Now, you can never catch up with the distance you are now, and you still can't catch up with anything around you, I mean complete catch-up. This is concreteness, bit by bit concreteness, and everything is not the same concrete. Then "separated" is a thick or thin wall, always between people and people, things and things, people and things.

The meaning of space to the individual lies in this, space is not necessarily so ethereal, it is so far away. Space is very skin-sensitive for you - with the temperature difference of the four seasons, with a breeze in different directions, with a dark fragrance floating... The things that are least noticeable are the obstacles closest to the eyes, or the things that you never thought would be obstacles, such as daylight, air. The question lies here, why do you ignore the existence of these things closest to you? For it is these things that hinder your thoughts, that mislead your thoughts and activities. Sometimes, you very much want to go back to the original situation, that is, the situation when you were just born, the natural and innocent look of the hope, which I think should be absorbed by today's self, the posture that should be admired. In this sense, growing up is a disease. Growing up, you are salted, entangled, and blocked by too many stale and wrong things, thus cutting off your most direct and real connection with the world. And your contact with the world is very much in need of directly confronting them. I read a book in my early years about a man alone in Iceland who looked at everything in front of him, looked at it for many years, and wrote down the most intuitive thing as he looked.

I always think that there should be a gap between you and the object of your thinking!" Poetry should begin with obstacles that lie across the poet. "I forget who said that. Isn't it? The land hinders the growth of seeds, and growth is called growth. The air current hindered the bird's wings, and the sky flew. Obstacle is generation, is traveling, otherwise it is disappearing and nothingness.

The mind has its original demands, it demands to be moved, it demands sincerity, it demands silence, and these demands are not excessive. In the Vietnamese movie "Tricycle Driver", there is a leprosy poet, and his heart-wrenching lines of poetry are all flowing from helpless silence, "When I heard this song / It was on a river bleached with white lotus flowers / I remember / How pure and complete I was when I was young ..." The poet deletes all the unfortunate things, makes them blank, and goes straight back to youth. I also need such a blank space, completely reduced to a former you. The "looking back" type of imagination is an instantaneous completion, without the need for transition.

That river full of white lotus flowers feels so good! blank! A large blank space that is deliberately abstracted is a concept that I am currently passionate about. Start from scratch, not start over. It's loneliness, it's not gregariousness. It's creation, not imitation. It's strange, not familiar. It's subversion, not stability. It's naïve, it's not complicated. To achieve this, blank space must be very important.

Eager to cross the obstacles, to see the opposite side, more eager to walk over. As a result, you see it, and you walk past it, but you find that your heart is still full of sorrow. And so new longings grew like moss. Maybe you know that the content of the desire is very elaborate, or maybe you know that this is nothing more than a waste of time. But you find that many times, what you need is not to fulfill that desire, but to have the desire itself, or to waste time.

Waste gives me a sense of affection, like an obstacle that gives a poet the urge to write poetry. Interval - not some evil element, it is true, not false; It makes you miserable, it keeps you alive and you can think back to the past, you can fill with love, you can come and go freely, you can desire boundlessly.