Not doing business. It took me a lot of lunch and dinner to put it together and read it. Re-acquainted with the weight behind the word martyr. At first, I was attracted by Lacan's philosophy. It was only at the end that I understood why Socrates was always mentioned. The look of the last scene is really indescribable. pity? calm? Satire? laugh at? relieved? There is no one word to sum up this feeling. "When your thoughts outweigh your desires" "No longer addicted" "When your habits outweigh your ideals" "When you lose something important" "Death is actually a gift" ah. After watching the surprise and sigh, I can only envy the kind of person who has the only ideal pursuit of his own definite identification. How can they be justifiably confident that their beliefs are completely correct and have the courage to publicize their pursuits in public? I couldn't find the principles and beliefs that I recognized all my life. I just think every argument makes sense. Every time I encounter something, I wander within various ideas, various theories, and various values, so that in front of various concepts, I am regarded as an outlier, but I am miserable, and at this point, martyr lives. out of themselves. Even the one thing of life that is valued by almost the whole world is insignificant in the eyes of some people. It turns out that sometimes, what is interesting is not the specific advocacy behind various values. What is interesting is the difference between one type of people who spend their entire lives pursuing and obtaining a certain value or belief, while another type of people dares to laugh at it. .
Think about it this way, in fact, everyone is his own martyr, and eventually he will die of the idea he thinks, the path he pursues, or he has obtained, or he is still pursuing, or the process in your eyes, or It was the result in his eyes.
But why,
I,
But still can't find my way.
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