Children from the stars are just as worthy
Last October I met some of the "kids who were different" and they were also known as the "kids from the stars." They looked like normal children, with innocent faces and childish voices. But it seems to be a joke of God, so that from birth they are doomed to experience this ordinary life journey in the eyes of ordinary people like other normal children.
Their inner world is like a seal, separated from the outside world by an invisible wall, and this is only because they suffer from autism, a disease that will accompany the patient for a lifetime, and there is no cure at present.
I remember when I first came into contact with these children, I was surprised, I had only heard of autism before, but I didn't really understand it. It wasn't until I truly participated in the lives of autistic children that I gradually realized that the materialist statement that everything in the universe is relative is so correct. Just like, if there are thousands of miles of clear skies, there are dark clouds, where there is a rising sun, there is sunset, there is light and justice, there is darkness and evil, then the same reason can be obtained, there are smart and clever children have children who are stupid as deer, and there are healthy children who are sick. If life is a game, then they can't even find a starting point for life, let alone win or lose? But even so, I would say they are still worth it.
I remembered one thing, one day after I was criticized by the director of the agency alone, I especially wanted to cry, but I kept putting up with it because there was another training session in the next section. However, in the middle of my class, the child sitting in front of me suddenly said to me: Teacher, don't you cry. After saying that, he got up from his seat and walked over to me and hugged me. At that moment, I froze, and a feeling that I couldn't say whether it was an accident or a sadness surged from the tip of my heart in an instant, and in a trance I even felt that he was an ordinary child, a sensible and well-behaved child. I still can't understand whether it was a certain eye look or a certain movement that conveyed to him my sad emotions at that time. Or was it just a casual move on his part? But it stands to reason that he would not perceive the emotions of others, let alone have the ability to comfort and empathize with such a high order. But at that moment, the child did these acts so simply plainly and coherently.
I once doubted myself and even the whole world, if life is meant to be unfair, then why should we exist? What is the meaning of life? This was a question I had been thinking about for a long time, until I met them, these children who had been forgotten by God and whose eyes were shining with different stars, and I gradually understood that life may be unfair, but his meaning was in our own hands from the beginning, and how to compose his value lies in our own choices. And this has made me more and more convinced of my beliefs - to be a warm person. Now that I think about it, maybe it was fate, the first job I interned with was with them, although this job also brought me a lot of pressure, but only when I was with them could I feel the traces of my actual existence.
Finally, I would like to say that if one day you walk down the street and see a child who loves to talk to himself, who ignores even his family talks to him, who looks uncertain, and even cries and commits a series of "out of place" behaviors... Please don't immediately cast a disgusted look, please believe that he is not a deliberately disobedient child, nor is he a fool mentally retarded or something... He was just sick, and his world was frozen in the night sky that was suddenly shining with countless brilliant stars and was exclusive to himself.
Thank you......
