Sometimes I wish I had a token that I could hold when I miss it and feel less lonely.
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One day Mochizuki asked on Weibo how to define happiness. I thought about it and said, maybe those who have hope are happy. Where does hope come from, my answer is universal: there is hope in those who love. In fact, I seldom think about such questions as "what is happiness" and "what is happiness", maybe because I am in it, I don't know much about it. I rarely imagine the collapse of life. Yes, even though I have experienced many difficulties and blows, I think I still have not faced the so-called real collapse of life. Everyone who praises me for being strong doesn't know that I just live on a big tree, firmly supported by its branches, so no matter how many storms, I never fall.
The name of that tree is home.
"The tree" is a story about a family. The Simon family lived a happy life under a big tree after migration. This kind of life was shattered with the sudden death of Simon's father, who lost both economic and spiritual support, and his mother Dawn and several children once indulged in pain and could not extricate themselves. One day, Simon told his mother a secret that his father was not dead, but lived in a tree. The girl's beautiful fantasies naturally cannot save the mother, but seeing the child so wholeheartedly believe that Dawn is also infected, slowly trying to recover from the pain, trying to start a new life.
In the process of watching the movie, I was thinking, if it were me, would I have the opportunity, courage, and ability to start over after having suffered such a blow and experienced such a collapse. Perhaps, the severe blow is not the most terrifying. For many people who have been beaten, the most difficult thing to face is the pair of hands that brought hope when she was in a quagmire and was determined to sink.
Desperate people only need to face the ruins that have collapsed, not the world, nor the reality. Hope, however, forces people to re-examine their fragile souls, to ask themselves whether they can still stand up and have the courage to face perhaps the next collapse. Perhaps "hope" is the "most unbearable lightness" in the world that I can experience. Thinking about every time the doctor told me that there was a new method we could try, I was not happy, really. That's not good news, but it means one more anticipation, one more effort, and possibly one more disappointment. I also remembered that every time I met a good boy, when the other person delivered the warmth, I persuaded myself that I should learn to accept it, but I couldn't fully devote myself to it.
Man's greatest enemy is himself, and his greatest obstacle is "ever had". Once there has been, it is easy for us to establish a certain belief, set up our own obstacles, not to go out, and unwilling to go out. Simon was reluctant to cut down that tree and refused to accept his mother's new boyfriend, even as she got older she would learn the fact that the tree was not her father, and her father was no longer anywhere in the world. I think what she doesn't want to cut down is the tree planted in her heart, her love for her father, and her nostalgia for her past happy family.
Dawn cried during sex with her new boyfriend George, and her tears made me sad.
Obviously, she did not get rid of her thoughts about her ex-husband, but told herself rationally that she should accept a new beginning and move her life forward.
Dogma seems to put a person on the right track, but I think the real "right" standard is only known to you, and that is what you feel, whether it is natural or forced, happy or pretending.
Simon showed her intransigence by climbing up the treetops, George had to leave, and life went on. Soon, a fierce storm overturned their house and uprooted trees. The place where he once lived and the tree that held his father's soul were destroyed. Can't blame anyone, this time it's the hands of nature. They hugged and spent the dangerous night together, packing the only household belongings in the ruins and tying them to the roof of the car. Simon did not despair. She planted the saplings picked from the trees in the soil next to the ruins.
On the way out, they passed George's car. George asked where En was going, and Dawn said with a smile, maybe he was looking for something.
They didn't start a new life together and, to use a cookie-cutter rule, didn't love enough. I can also say that it was Dawn and her children who weren't ready to start a new life. Regarding happiness, little Simon said a great thing when chatting with her good friend. When her friend questioned that her idea of her father being a tree was an imagination, she said that happiness is her own business.
Can you say that the homeless man on the street is not happy? Can you say that a woman who sheds tears for the past is not happy? You can't even accuse anyone who you thought you were familiar with, who you can no longer know, that he is unhappy. To impose your own hope on the despair of others, to impose your standard of happiness on other people's ideas, would be gross. When you want to give, you have to ask whether the other party has the ability to bear it, whether he is ready, and whether he is willing to accept it.
I have always believed that a person lives a life that is true to his own choices. It's just that some people have forgotten their original intentions, and some people are too greedy.
Even if we indulge in pain, it at least proves that we have enough good memories, right?
Don't easily point fingers at other people's lives, and don't underestimate the pain you bear. Sometimes we all have to admit that pain is easier to bear than happiness. Some time ago, I had a terrible time because I loved someone who didn't love me. I struggled with myself, trying to shift the focus of my love, but I ended up hurting other people and causing more trouble for myself. My pain wasn't lessened, it was much more complicated and messier.
It was like this for a long time, years to be exact, and the pain was like a chronic disease, and it came back every once in a while. Then I stopped, stopped struggling, and lay weary and quiet on the ground like a tree blown down by the strong wind. Love is love, I thought, why do you have to force your heart not to love him, and then to love someone you don't love at all. Of course, there may be a day when I can fall in love with other people and get new happiness, but since that day has not yet come, let's do it first.
After accepting this fact, I found myself quiet. I'm just in love and that's the good thing about it.
Even with this love, there are many, many loneliness, many, many disappointments, and many, many depressions.
Whatever is obtained is good. There is no unified standard for happiness. Sometimes it is all about doing what you want and being faithful to your heart, even if it is willful, stubborn, and doesn't know how to be flexible. Because that is who you are, and to obey your heart is to love yourself. When you are truly aware of your heart, there may be no such thing as a collapse or reconstruction of happiness, because it is always with you, rooted in you, even in the deepest and never-ending darkness.
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