A dream only belongs to a child.

Janae 2021-12-14 08:01:05

Finally, I found another story that can be compared with the little prince, which can hide childhood dreams. The loneliness at that time, the strong sense of being neglected, the inexplicable and fearless at that time, the whimsical at that time.

"Everything here is yours, except for the hole and the branch..."

"Will you be our king forever?"

"Since you are omnipotent, how do you deal with loneliness..."

I'm basically a one There is no person in childhood, which makes me regretful but also allows me to have a life different from others. Everyone’s experience is unique, one that can envy others but cannot regret oneself. This is what I have always told myself. To some extent, I am a person who lacks imagination and cannot innovate independently. Maybe sometimes I will have novel ideas, but there has never been such a special story in my memory, like the little prince, and MAX. I am a very small child who can only stay alone in the piano room. After I got a little older, I became more and more inferior because of my body shape. I also liked MAX's beast outfit, but I knew I couldn't wear it at that time.

Lazy cows who can cut corners will be jealous of other people's children playing carefree and crazy outside, and will be willful with the adults and say not to go fishing for three days and two days to hang on the net secretly carrying family members escape. That may be a boring process, but it is not a meaningless thing. What my parents didn't lie to me is that many friends and parents would envy my life, and what I didn't lie to everyone was that I also envied everyone's life.

At that time, I always thought that parental autocracy was unreasonable, and I almost shed tears when I heard MAX said that I wanted to go home. I have never ran away from home, but I did scare my parents once. That time it was because my dad promised me that I would go home at 10:30 and disappeared at 10:30. I didn't like other people's promises that I couldn't do things, so I ran to the gate of my community to wait for him. When my dad came back and let me get in the car, I slapped my head and talked about him. He could only nod his head and bow and apologize to me that he was wrong. Only when I got home did I find that my mother had run all over the community and my dad came back so soon. Because my mother thought I ran away from home. I still remember what I said, I said never to worry that I will run away from home, because I will never run away from home. This is what happened last year.

I always feel that I am a numb person, and I can only discover the emotions that are really flowing in my heart when I am a bystander. I also don’t like people asking me what’s deep in my heart. I don’t know, so I can’t admit that I can’t compromise. So I started to like other people's stories, like to see how others deal with these deep emotions, and like to feel what kind of breath is in the stories in their words.

MAX said to KW, I wish you all have mom. Although we are all lonely little beasts in the home of beasts, we all have mothers.

ps. I want to see the illustrated book of the original work.

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Where the Wild Things Are quotes

  • Max: Let the wild rumpus start!

  • Alexander: I have no plans to eat anyone