Most people who are willing to believe that the world eventually come together because of love, but there are really some people who choose to settle after weighing.
We're really going to live our lives with people we don't love, and it's scary to think about.
The violinist was so talented that his wife, who was married because he was married, had no time to understand his art and broke his beloved violin.
It is said that it is difficult to choose a suitable piano for yourself, just like choosing an object, you must shoot it on an angry occasion. And once the violin is broken and out of tune, it takes a long time to pull it back.
His predilection for the violin reminds me of Strickland's sudden abandonment of his stable life in The Moon and Sixpence, and abandoning his wife to start painting in a foreign country, living the life he wanted in a radical way. The love of art is incomprehensible.
Perhaps as the saying goes: Everyone has a fire in their heart, and those who pass by see only smoke. How rare it is to be able to have a persistence in your heart, and use all your enthusiasm and life to pursue. After all, many people don't know what their persistence is all their lives, or they don't know what they don't know.
After his wife broke his violin, he kept trying to find a new one.
If we ever had a love, what we looked for later was probably a substitute.
He decided to commit suicide. Eight days later, those who loved him came to his funeral.
He thought of several ways to end his life.
Intense recumbent rails
Romantic cliff jumping
Traditional shooting
Sleeping pills plus plastic bag
Lie in bed and starve to death
When the political textbook talks about responsibilities and obligations, we tell us that you do not only represent yourself, you are also a child, a student, you will become a parent in the future, you are a citizen, and you are a member of various environments, large and small. But sometimes we can't even do our own thing, so we can only reluctantly put on the battle and try to play every role well.
In addition to being a brilliant violinist, he was also a father of two children. But when his daughter wants a "talking doll", he ruthlessly destroys her innocent dreams, and his sword of reality pierces the bubble of her fantasies.
The daughter played a game of shooting, and he thought that her daughter, like him, had a special preference for the psychology of human form. When my daughter grew up bereaved, she was anesthetized by gambling, alcohol and cigarettes. After a third heart attack, left.
The wife informed his brother to see him, and in the conversation between the younger brother and his sister-in-law, the younger brother felt that the sister-in-law was less rooted and did not understand the brother's art. The younger sister-in-law said that it is not easy to be married to a man who is supreme in music. So like-mindedness is important, support and understanding are strong pillars behind it, and a common language is the bond that sustains the relationship.
From an early age, his younger brother was liked by everyone, and he was called a "bad breed". Everyone does what they call the right thing, but what is right? We may be able to do what we like, just do what we want, not belittle others, and not exaggerate suffering.
Boredom is the best fertilizer for absurd ideas, and he spits out smoke rings and thinks of Socrates' death, transcendent, and thoughts are eternal. So he called the two children to his side, wanting to leave some words for the children, hoping that they would be used for the rest of their lives. Just when he was fully engaged, the younger son let go of a fart. He lamented Socrates' good fortune that he had escaped the ass.
It was this young son, whom he felt must not have appeared in the future, who passed through the life of a normal person, and finally gave his grandson a name that missed him.
He was also an inconspicuous and silly young son, praying for him while he waited for his death.
His wife saw his determination to die and wanted to save him for the sake of the family, so she made plum chicken. In their fidelity, emotionless marriage, only the wife loves him on the one hand, and the plum chicken is the only fragile straw that holds the relationship together.
When forced to separate from his loved one, he traveled the world and returned 41 years old. And his mother said to him: Get married first, and after a long time, love will come. So he obeyed his mother's wishes, but he never loved her in his life. Even hate the wife.
I remember hearing a teacher proudly show off that he and his wife had chosen to get married within a few days of knowing each other, and that they had a lifetime to spend in love. What a stroke of luck it is to choose the right person for a lifetime at a glance.
In the movie, he does not love his wife, hates his wife, and resents her for not understanding his art. The wife complained that he did not care about the family and that he was alone to earn money to support the family and do housework. In fact, there are many people with similar aura in the world, and we can obviously choose those who smell the same, but we are always stupid enough to think of dipping others with our own taste.
And he always loved Ylang, and after loving it, he finally caught the "sigh" that the teacher said. In movies and books, the way to harvest art is always a little similar, you need to lose a loved one or thing, you need to go through extraordinary tribulations, you need to kneel in front of fate, and then get back up.
He had loved only one person in his life, Ylang Ylang.
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Finally, the belated Grim Reaper told him a story, and he asked the Grim Reaper, is it too late for me to regret it?
Life is only once, and since you have chosen to end, how can you regret and start again?
Perhaps this is the artist's metaphysical loneliness, his paranoia about art, his paranoia about his lover.
In some ways, Dai Yu is also a favorite character, and every time I see Bao Yu coaxing her, I feel particularly beautiful, and even forget the white ending. However, from the perspective of modern society, Baochao is a high emotional intelligence and is respected by the vast majority of people.
But the truth, in the sensual life, is that there aren't many rational absolute answers. A few days ago, I told Lao Guo that my vision is really too poor, and it is always easy to see the wrong thing and choose the wrong one. The next day she posted a screenshot of Weibo that said: Sometimes I look at the wrong person, not because you are blind, but because you are kind.
You see, how cunning! We use words to argue our correct points of view, we can also use words to comfort our wrong insistence, and use the multifaceted nature of reason to support any kind of emotional choice.
Pang Long's Tolerance writes: "Language is one of the most deceptive inventions of mankind, and any definition is subjective and arbitrary." ”
So, in the case of being touched by the violinist's love for only one person in his life, I vaguely felt that his wife was also pitiful, and spent her life loving a wrong person.
Absurd and touching.