This is a story written by a mindful person. A story written by a mindful person can have many different shells, but the stories they tell are all the same. Our identities in society are inevitably labelled. The question is why do we play such a role if we put such a label? Speaking of when we met again on Monday, everyone was still not friends. Clair told Brian that the friends you made and the friends Andy and I made are not the same people. You don’t know how much pressure they can exert. When it comes to pressure, Brian is because I can't bear it after being F, it seems completely incomprehensible in the eyes of other people. From the outside world, or from the perspective of adults, it is indeed ridiculous, but the reasons for stress are different, but the feelings of stress are real and common. To put it another way, when an adult with different pressures accuses a child who alone bears the pain that his age cannot bear, have you ever thought that you are just 50 steps and laugh a hundred steps, have you ever thought of being the same as yourself, this The child’s problem may be unsolvable. Like himself, all he needs is love and acceptance. Then the child will be as strong as himself, gritting his teeth and getting up to continue.
It seems to be Andy, asking everyone, our grand meeting will not become our own parents, Claire said I will never, the little girl in Basket case said, this is inevitable, your heart will die when you grow up.
It’s like telling a fairy tale with an allegorical nature. This result, at this age, sounds the same as "the prince and princess live happily in the castle", so out of daily life, so out of reach, thinking Wanting or not wanting is not entirely within our grasp.
Is this a story about a typical American high school student? If it is said to be true, it is because the story conveying abstract feelings requires a medium and an environment. The more concrete and real this environment is, the stronger the viewer's empathy and the more accurate the feelings can be conveyed. What I saw in my heart was a story about "self"-"It is now 7:06, and you have a full 8 hours and 54 minutes to think about why you are here today. I hope you will write a thousand words. Essay on the subject of "Who I Think I Am".
I have never thought about this problem, but I have never given up trying to think about it clearly. These children who happened to be together had to live in the label, but never gave up on themselves and became part of the label. People. People who are unwilling to give up on themselves live a heavier life. Simply put, the human brain classifies things, because classification will reduce the speed of processing information every time you see a thing, and will help individuals communicate more efficiently. However, the classification is inaccurate. Two objects may look very distant because they are in two categories and are obviously highly similar, or because they are in the same category, they are actually considered the same thing at two extremes. . This is how misunderstandings come from, and so does inducement.
Some people, some things, occupy a lot of boundaries, this is a rich person, a rich story, rich works, with rich meanings, can be interpreted by a thousand people to a thousand worlds. From a certain point of view, I might put this story in the same category as "The Little Prince". The most important thing is invisible. The whole story is about the homely life and the life of teenagers. But when they gradually tear off their labels, they don’t deliberately define individuals face to face: only similar people can talk. This is a story about the heart.
This is also extraordinary, it is an independent time and space. Our boundaries in social life are clearly defined, and each group, scene, and label has its own game rules and unwritten conventions. I don’t want to be a labeller. I want to be seen, and I also want to see others. This will take up more time and energy, but whenever you find a similar person, with a heart, it may not be complete and has been Or if a part of it is dug away by others, it's all worth it.
What defines death? Is it brain death? Or does the heart stop? Or is it no longer remembered by the living?
What defines your death? My heart is dead. For me, life is over. As long as I live for one day, I won't give up on myself. In the film, the pressure of parents on their children is concealed. They all hope to start from their own experience and let the children prepare a "better future" early. This is a deep, perhaps tattered but desperate love, but every A person, not as a child, but as an individual, can have the best present and future, which is to be loved as a person, not as a label, a rich, undefinable, chaotic, and unpredictable person. A loved one can carry all the rest.
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