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You always think you're better than others, you don't seem to be eroded by African behavior, and you feel like a well-informed, compassionate, civilized person who never forgets social norms. You are greatly annoyed to find that you have become a beast. At first you are ashamed of your ruthlessness, but soon you are almost fascinated by it. Everyone is vulgar, and this naked reality makes you feel stronger. You realize that you have no mental strength and no time to be indignant about moral decay. It's all about survival.
—Francesca Maciano In the midst of the variety of books, when he saw this book, he was already deeply attracted by its name. Without hesitation, I opened the title page. After wandering in the book for a long time, I found that I was deeply attracted to it. Gradually I began to think...
We are always looking for better reasons for our survival, but we can never find reasonable excuses, the existence of people seems reasonable in some cases, but how many people are really alive?
Many times we do not live for ourselves, for our parents, for our friends, for our lovers, and when we live for others, we almost forget ourselves; and sometimes we live on others, on our parents, on our teachers, on our friends, but we never live by our own ability. Always living for or relying on others to live, not really finding real value for their own survival. Always or the flowers in the greenhouse, when can we get rid of the mustard and fight for our goals endlessly.
This reminds me of the original wild beings of our ancestors, who fought against nature in order to survive, embodying the nature from primitive nature? As Jack London said in The Call of the Wild, the comfortable life makes us forget how to live by our own ability, and we simply wait for the sweet food and warm clothes that others will bring us. And we ourselves will never fight for it.
We always endure to let ourselves seem painful to live, in fact, we do not want to, but in order to express ourselves deeply, we do let ourselves do that, when we are happy, we are no longer laughing out loud, but in some cases we will squeeze out our "most innocent" tears. When we are unhappy, we are no longer crying or complaining, and what greets us is the necessary forced smile. We have gradually lost our authenticity and forgotten that we are at least alive or real. Even in many cases, I feel that I am inferior to a beast, at least the beast can express its thoughts freely, and we cannot.
We are always living in fear, every day we are afraid that something will happen that will take our lives, we are in a panic all day, but we can never find a solution. Will terrorists release missiles today, and will violent elements massacre people tomorrow? Will there be an earthquake the day after tomorrow? typhoon? mudslide? We are always in such a panic. As a poem says: Fear is always | everything in the heart, | love and hate, faith and even doubt| can be eliminated| but as long as you are still attached to life| you cannot eliminate fear (Sylve Conrad)
Yes, as long as we are alive, we will face this only life with fear. But we have to live seriously, at least to find a way to survive in this society.
The book says: For some people| strange food| foreshadowing love and perfection (Vikran Maundra).
To love someone, we can't expect too much, because a lot of times we're disappointed in expectations and hurt in disappointment, as the author says: I've learned never to have high hopes for the person who says he loves me – that's probably a blank check. Whatever is on your own is the best choice, as people have told us since ancient times.
I'm alone in the dark, | bearing all this, not knowing where the road ahead |, maybe there's no way forward| I don't have a map (VA Vanthorpe)
Constantly looking for the direction of the road, we occasionally make some small mistakes, trapping ourselves in a big black forest, but we can't break free. But as long as we have a firm belief in our hearts, we can definitely get ourselves out of the predicament and see the beautiful light again.
Since there is no room for redemption, let's kiss goodbye
No, I've tried my best, and you don't need me anymore
I know enough, yes, content
My heart was pure, and I was free again
Michael Drayton
When we lose, we always hope to have one last chance to have it again, and vow not to give up again, with the best care to cherish. But, after regret after losing, why not cherish in possession? Why must we wait until we lose it to discover its beauty and value?
The more you regain your old dreams here, the more you realize that you have lost too much.
Yes, while we are upset about losing, we are also losing the most important thing now, just think of our lovely youth, he lost it, when we look for it, only to find that we have lost more.