"You used to be very hard to get hurt, Birdman, the real losers don't get hurt." You can't get what you want, no matter how hard you try, and feel like a loser, you think it's sad enough. But you can still work hard and have confidence. And slowly, you learn that a loser will also lose some very precious things. At that moment, you were injured, you thought you had nothing, there was nothing to lose, and it was easily pierced by reality. You are hurt, deeply, deeply. A real loser doesn't get hurt. At this moment, you find that you can't afford to lose, and you are not a real loser. So what is your identity? You escape and enter another world where you are comfortable. When someone says it's false, you know he's telling the truth, but you don't like that person. You know, you really have nothing but this fake world. So, you slowly die together with this false world. The more people say it's fake, the faster the world dissipates and the faster you die. There is nothing scarier than losing confidence.
So what is your identity? You probably finally understand that the real loser can't be hurt is his belief that even if it is damaged, it can be repaired. He'll still get hurt, but he's recovering so quickly that it feels like he's never been hurt. He will get hurt if he tries hard, and he will get hurt if he loses something precious. But he knew he had to do something to help repair his beliefs. But no matter what you do, nothing improves, so what's the fix?
He didn't know, but he knew that when you fall asleep in the snow, you never wake up. You struggle to wake up and lose more energy, but you can only do so. Just as being awake is more likely to be alive, and doing something constantly keeps the candle of faith from going out forever.
And once you do this, you will find that you have entered a mansion that you have never explored before. Every time you feel sad, your space expands a little bit. Even if the sadness is endless, your heart is constantly changing. of opening new spaces for these sorrows to bloom. Ultimately, what do you get? At least, your heart has changed from a narrow room to a wilderness, which is not a happy thing. However, only in the wilderness can you see the starry sky.
A drop of blood can dye a cup of water red, but it can't dye a lake's water, and it can't dye a sea's water red. And sea water is salty. It may have come out of a spring on a hilltop when it started. It was still sweet back then.
When your heart hurts to the point of bleeding, when you question why your heart is still beating, when your lover is far away from you, you overcome one point and hold the key to a door. But not everyone wants to become the sea, everyone wants to see the starry sky, because this is not a process of gradual and continuous change, but a glimpse of the road.
When you know that the road ahead has no expectations, are you willing to go on? Go on, because, I am alive, I am not living alone. I want to see how beautiful other people's glimpses are, and I want to take mine into a future it never reaches.
There is another interpretation that the person who really fails will not be injured, because the thing that hurt him has disappeared. His heart is dead, but his will remains. Walking in the world is like visiting a museum, forever separated by layers of glass. He could see them, understand them, but never be them again. In other words, he is a creature with the same intelligence as a human, but is no longer human.
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