What goddess?
a movie.
Oh.
The mood of the movie is in place. It reminds me of a note I wrote to myself when I was in junior high school. It says: What to do. The words are a bit big, a little anxious, so that they are skewed and distorted. Because I didn't want to be seen by my deskmates, I quietly nested the handwriting on the notebook, tore it off, and then quietly opened the desk to hide it. Then I took the film and stuck it on the innermost part of the desk. Then I asked myself what to do. In fact, regarding this "how to do", it is not that there is a too specific question, let me go about how to do it. It's because of all the growing troubles. Everything in life at that time was like a pack of worries, packed in front of you. There are dirty clothes that I wore yesterday, today's hair style, and the class owner is talking to you again, and I don't want to write all the homework... All these worries are beckoning to you, grabbing the corner of your clothes. It's ridiculous, since then. What is my biggest worry. Probably speaking, it's freedom. (Hahahaha)
The sentences I wrote intermittently and the lines in the movie:
How difficult is it to follow your inner voice. The male protagonist here is the security guard of a supermarket, and the female protagonist and her best friend are the habitual thieves of the supermarket. After stealing something, he escaped from a door of the supermarket and climbed to a large auditorium to watch a group of people rehearse. And there is a male lead in it, which is amazing. The male protagonist is actually similar to them. They are all poor. He has never learned dance or ballet. So he has a wildness in dancing, and he has a natural temper. Fight with the heroine's wild. This is why they are attracted to each other. But they chose a different path.
The protagonist is a security guard, but he chose to dance and came to a dance troupe. In order to perform rehearsals, he was selected and won the qualification to be on the stage. And he discovered the beauty and talent of the heroine in a chase.
The female protagonist chose the opposite way. She was called a bastard since she was a child. She worked against everyone at school and didn't want to do an ordinary job at all. Escaped the school, escaped. She wants to make money, on her own. She steals, chooses to follow a drug lord, chooses to steal a large amount of money, chooses to steal money with her life, and then escapes the city and her best friends and family after stealing.
But she is inevitably attracted to the male lead. He said: When I dance, I let everything around me blend into my body, and I will not tell lies. No dance, it is sacred.
But she is just a child. But she is just a child. What she likes the most is to play with her friends, imagine that she is the coolest and the most free, go shopping together, and spit at the male protagonist whom they initially disliked at first, although she seems not afraid and not afraid , But she is just a child. She still has fear in her eyes. In fact, she can choose, but she doesn't. She still went down the road that couldn't be turned back.
She curled up on her best friend's bed and said, I'm scared. She said, I am also scared.
I am also afraid that on the countless roads of growing up, I will take a long night to go to a new city, do a new job, meet a new friend, truly be myself, and truly do what I want to do. I want to say that I am also afraid, crying bitterly in the middle of the night along the way and welcoming the new sun again.
When we were young, we talked about freedom and independence. We just don't know what reality looks like, we naively just want to get on the road. However, we are still too young, and there is too much to bear on the road.
We have learned too much to face what we cannot face. This is the price of growth in life.
I asked myself, what should I do. How to choose? Where is the freedom you want.
There is no answer.
So, she was leaving. She tried her best to steal the large sum of money and wanted to flee again, but she returned because she was afraid that her friend would be injured.
If there is a dual world, I hope she will be less awkward. She imagined living the life of driving a Ferrari, simply laughing, dancing, and studying with her best friend. Imagine this beautiful world, imagine being rich, imagine buying a brand that you have long admired openly. Then be your true self and do what you like best.
If there is a parallel world, I hope she can wait. I hope she will go to see her boyfriend's dance. Take a look at how a person persists in his ideals even in poverty, and finally achieves his dream. The real him who is spinning and beating on the stage is the real him, the real him, and the free him.
In the end, the real world was brutally torn before her eyes. Her best friend died just like that because of her.
There was blood on her face and she smiled.
There was despair on her face, and she was heartbroken. The classical music sounded and her cries died down. The freedom and the world she wants is not like this.
What a cruel youth. What a cruel reality.
And I, who remembered that when I was in junior high school, I started to ask myself, asking the world: what to do, myself. I don’t ask for so much. I might also want to drive a Ferrari, put on a Ray-Ban for a ride, and like a guy handsomely.
But I really don't ask much, do what I like and write my favorite words. Don't care too much about the external world. And the freedom that I am still questioning has been dispelled by classical music. I am free to write at this moment, and I am prosperous after watching the movie at this moment. At this moment, remembering my thirteen-year-old self is free, and at this moment, I am free without answering that what to do.
Freedom is, at this moment, doing what you like. Don't choose to crash into this bloodshed world. I don't want to shout or ask, I quietly squeezed my pen, just to give myself the best answer.
I love the hostess. She is so wild, her eyes so determined, so hard and serious, so beautiful and sultry, she knows who she really loves, and the dance she likes. But she was so decisive. Just like the other me.
I love the heroine, just like loving the other me, to live vigorously and vigorously. It's like loving this illusory world.
__M at 19:42 2016/12/12
PS: Recently, I have become obsessed with sugar, and become magical.
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