If this is a horror movie.
For the first time, I was tricked into watching "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre" in the cinema. What was surprising was that I not only didn't yell, but I was still wondering if the chainsaw could be improved into a mini version. It's too heavy to carry.
The second time, I watched a movie recommended by others. I can't remember the name. Anyway, it was through some prediction that who would be the next one to hang, and then it was so accurate that one by one hung up. It's quite scary, not the film itself. , but the fact that someone predicted his own death.
The third time is "Riding the Bullet".
I don't know if I should write it, I'm watching a horror movie and I cried, will it be very sensational~ Will it be regarded as a healing movie? For me, it should have such a curative effect, because, at the end, I really cried. . .
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People who are too imaginative are not suitable for watching horror movies, especially those who are depressed and weak enough to resist I. So, all I can do is steer clear of things that scare me, including all kinds of horror movies made by imaginative people, because at some point, something in the movie will pop into my head and make me believe it. .
While watching the film, I began to think, if I were placed on the side of the dark, empty, and unknown road now, would I have the courage to go on?
I still remember living at the school when I was in junior high school and high school. Every weekend, I often had to ride a car for more than an hour to get from school to my grandmother's house. Every time the school is dismissed, it is already past 5 o'clock. If we take the ferry to cross the river, it will be almost 6 or 7 o'clock. Then I have to ride a bicycle through a long cave. There are often no people at the foot of the mountain. It gets dark very quickly in winter. At that time, there are no lights in the cave. There is no difference between closing and opening eyes. At that time, I was not afraid at all. I closed my eyes and encouraged myself not to be afraid. The cave seemed to be very short. But every time I went home, my grandmother would instill in me the idea that it was very dangerous to do that, telling me not to come back so late, what would happen to the accident, saying that there was a murder happening somewhere, etc. Every time I didn’t take it seriously.
However, now I will not listen to her advice? Would you still do that? I have no idea.
I have always believed that the ignorant is fearless. I really don't want to know what is right and wrong in reality.
I am afraid of losing my courage. If I don't have the courage, what can I do?
I can choose to watch horror movies or not, in the dark night Walking on the road or not, but really can't choose who to let death take away. To be precise, this question has never been in the scope of my consideration.
The torture of the soul is no less than a torture.
What if the choice is not the right one? What's the point of that choice? So, what is right?
It seems that when you make a choice, you will always fall into such a circle and never get out of it.
I think of some setbacks and grievances I have suffered. Just like the protagonist, it's just a little thing like being beaten by my mother. But in the eyes of myself when I was a child, it was a great event. Self-righteous assumptions, guesses, despair, and escapism became my simple rules for dealing with interpersonal relationships.
But I never thought about the existence of the god of death.
I didn't even think about who the god of death would take away.
Instead, head full of God.
Longing for an almighty God to give me the meager power to lead me out of those lingering shadows.
Until one day, I realized that everyone grows up in the shadows.
The shadow is like God, maybe this is God's real body?
If so, is a decision necessary?
Who to take away.
I no longer hate those who cast me shadows The weight of life makes them lack consideration
and lose their tenderness But hasn't life already made them suffer?
I always feel that there are too many things to do to myself Nothing is accomplished but I still love this world without regrets Life brings me so many surprises and joys
Will I get to the next streetlight still pondering the answer and hoping God will help me make a choice? I have no idea.
Perhaps, I will always hope that there is no choice.
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