Sanmao and Nietzsche

Many of us are not reconciled. Want to rebel. Want to resist. The boulder that wanted to rest on the shoulder stopped, wanted to jump out of the fate of Sisyphus, and for this reason they did not hesitate to forget the "sense of security" that the world regarded as life. Ignored. So there are wandering singers. Street performers, modern troubadours, thinkers willing to be poor, philosophers who have been lonely for a hundred years, ascetics far from the world, most of whom we call "idealists" or "romantics" are often eventually captured once again by "uneasiness" and dragged back into the ranks of ordinary Sisyphus. Only a few "corners of the net" have been able to swim outside the mainstream, because they live in the eyes of the world as "uneasy" life. The "safe and mediocre happiness" that people flock to is nothing less than poison to them, and the state of crisis, endless hidden dangers, bottomlessness and insecurity that the world avoids is precisely the air on which they rely for survival. Such people are in the crowd, even if they are extended to the scope of all mankind

It is also always rare.

The first two people I think of are the poet Sanmao and the philosopher Nietzsche. The former is a half-life drift, the latter is absolute loneliness. Sanmao drifts in poetry, and finally ends with mysterious poetry: "Nietzsche was lonely to the point of madness, and finally got rid of loneliness in madness.

Because they are truly non-mainstream, self-indulgent minorities, for most of us who are in the mainstream. They are more like a "mystery", and it is difficult for us to empathize with their feelings and understand their choices. From time to time some of us may be puzzled. These adjectives seem to imply that most of us are consciously "bound by entanglements." It is also true that many times, in order to preserve the sense of survival and security of life, too much burden is like a "boulder", which weighs us down and exhausted. How many times have we imagined that we ourselves can break the entanglement of human feelings and sophistication, break free from the shackles of ushering in the send-off, let go of the desire for fame and fortune, and return to the home of inner clarity and peace, just like Sanli lu mao. What a leisurely "the wind rises and the clouds are flying" and "I want to go home with the wind".

It is true that they have the doglessness that we envy, but we have the joy of their unattainable: indeed, they are as clear as the moonlight and as pure as lightning, but we are as tough as weeds and as tenacious as ants, and when we in the mainstream endure the entanglement of life, the shearing is still chaotic, and the non-mainstream people are sometimes suffering from the suspicions of the Zhou people and their incompatibility with the world. As opposed to these "idealists", we are "realists", we devote ourselves to the complexities of the human world for the sake of the "sense of security" of real life, and they respectfully submit to the cold fate in order to defend the integrity of the spiritual life. We choose to sacrifice our inner dreams to achieve the flatness of life, and they fly to the spire of the human spirit, even if they fall, they still pursue the sword rot of the end.