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Because our minds are tainted by habits, our expectations are endless, our fears are endless, our minds are not pure, so our troubles do not stop. If we don't change our old habits a little bit and don't adjust our understanding of happiness, then we can't have true happiness.
—Dzongsar Rinpoche
The Last Knit / The Last Weave
The Last Knit / The Last Knit is a 2005 Finnish animated short film directed by Laura Neuvonen. The story is about a high cliff above, an endless wasteland. From the end of the wasteland came a thin blonde woman, who did not say a word, but just moved a stool to sit on the edge of the cliff and began to weave.
After a red scarf was woven, the woman had no intention of stopping and was still trying to knit. The woman kicked a scarf piled up at her feet, and the other end hung out of the cliff. The heavy scarf slid down slowly, and the woman's thin body gradually could not bear its weight at all. She could only speed up the weaving, completely disregarding her personal safety. No one knows why she is so persistent...
There are many versions of the interpretation of this film. For example, one of them compares the weave in the short film to the reward for our hard work on the road of life. We kept chasing success, many times, when we could stop (pick up the scissors around us) but not, and desire made us choose to continue weaving. When all the resources (yarn) are exhausted, they still do not give up, and even exchange their only life (hair) for it, until the last moment of life...
On the steep stage of life,
I did not hesitate to find a place of my own,
I sat down in peace,
In the morning light of a shining rising sun,
With my firm hands, I began to weave a colorful and beautiful life.
The moving light and shadow, the weaving sound of the answer, let me work tirelessly to get a fruitful return,
I caressed the glorious loot with satisfaction.
For a moment, I felt like I had enough.
But when I come across the scissors that can draw a beautiful end to my perfect work,
I instinctively kicked open the pile of knitted crammed in front of my feet in order to move out more space.
Because I want more.
I completely ignored that this unwilling kick had pushed my life into a dangerous abyss.
I continue to focus on building so-called more.
Suddenly, I realized that the speed of falling into the abyss was much faster than the speed I could weave,
My panicked hand accelerated and accelerated again,
When I walked worriedly to the edge of the cliff and was forced to hang on the edge of the cliff, I still did not accept defeat.
In the all-out tug-of-war I thought I could control everything.
I still don't give up when I exhaust all my resources (yarn),
I do not hesitate to use my only life (hair) to wrap around the fruits of my own efforts,
Try to make a last attempt.
The weakness of human nature that does not give up makes the wrong decisions push me step by step to the bottom
The abyss.
No matter how hard I tried, I could no longer reach the scissors that were already at my fingertips.
The scissors that could easily help me get out of trouble.
Struggling with natural gravity, I could only fall to the bottom with the beautiful booty.
The natural instinct to survive makes me anxious,
With all I had left and my not-so-sharp teeth, I bit down on the hair that was tightly wrapped around the braid.
I struggled to climb and finally climbed back to the steep stage of life,
Looking blankly at the knitting rod in his hand,
Reaching out to the bottomless valley,
I suddenly realized that what was tightly wrapped around me was the victory that was woven by hand so brilliant that it was impossible to extricate oneself and was unwilling to give up.
Without hesitation, I threw away the knitting stick in my hand, which was still mechanically sliding.
A feeling of ease that I had never felt before allowed my heart to soar freely.
I walked slowly to the scissors that had been around me,
The sound of clicking and clicking made me wake up like a dream,
I suddenly understood that there are too many unnecessary entanglements in life that need to be cut flatly before I can be reborn.
At different stages of life,
Each of us stubbornly and obsessively weaves our own proud works.
Without awareness, we are like the walking dead, following habits in ignorance and unconsciousness, paranoidly chasing one illusory dream after another. Stop weaving, and then indulge in pruning, and the desire will not stop, endless. Only when mindfulness arises will awareness begin, and only then will we be able to correct our old habits and make the mind truly happy.
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