At the beginning, I felt that my father was very depressed, but I just wanted to go faster and faster. Later, I walked with my three companions and endured what seemed to be a "deviant" behavior until it finally broke out and reconciled with my companions. , The four of them understood more deeply, and my father was relieved a lot during the second half of the journey, trying to accept these people, things and opinions that he had never come into contact with in most of his life. Perhaps he began to take a closer look at the life his son had chosen. After arriving at the Holy Land, they continued their journey to the seaside, where the father threw his son's ashes into the sea, completing the ultimate goal of this trip: to get out of the pain of bereavement.
Don't quite understand the reason for their pilgrimage: quit smoking, lose weight? Very nonsensical. And there are so many pilgrims, with every desire, to the Holy Land. Maybe they don't know the reason themselves. They embarked on this road to find an answer.
What my son said is thought-provoking: You don't choose a life, you live one. What is the difference between the life you choose and the life you live? If you live comfortably, will you be satisfied and think this is the life you choose?
I admire this father very much. I admire these people of faith. They have firm beliefs. They seem to be so pious and principled in their actions. We seem a little incomprehensible because we have nothing to fear.
This road is long and lonely. You can only explore by yourself, but as long as you persist, you can always reach the day when you don't care about the answer.
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