This dream is so real and cruel. This dream is real enough to make me feel sad, and it will make me feel sad even more. However, I can’t understand that everything is so real. Is it really a bright dream that can’t stand beating?
I don’t want to live a cold life. I don’t want to live a machine without feelings. I also have my own ideas. I also have my own emotions. I will be sad and angry. I will fight for the one I love.
I really don’t want all this to be just a dream, and this dream can’t belong to me alone.
I want to be an adult …
I really want to become a person, a living person, a person with my own ideas and a life, but I also think that I am too naive.
In the end, if I try hard, if I persist, I will be nothing but a pile of junk.
Maybe this is my own truth, this is my dream …
……
Everyone will experience loneliness, my child.
Loneliness is like an indispensable water source for us, just like we can’t ignore food on weekdays.
Since we have chosen to live, we should get used to this lonely life, learn to live a good life every day in such a lonely day, and strive to live a real life from comfort and falsehood.
My child, you must remember that we must learn to abandon those dross, and we must learn not to rely on our own senses.
Give up the knowledge of the real world completely, don’t be obsessed with listening and understanding, and don’t believe in seeing the truth.
Son, when you learn this, you will find that everything you give up will eventually become the strong high wall in your heart, so that the high wall will protect everything, including your soul. You perceive the world you recognize, and at this time, the truth is in front of your eyes.
So my child …
Calm down and wait slowly …
Don’t be afraid of the darkness in front of you, let alone the loneliness around you …
Have me by your side, have me by your side forever! ! !
……
What is true?
Is something I can observe before?
Or the feeling I can touch before?
Or is it a subtle change that I can detect before?
No …
No …
None of this is true. These are just imaginary things in my dreams. None of them are true.
These so-called feelings are just a response signal given by my mind to self-awareness.
In this case, since I think all these realities are no longer worthy of being true, and since the world I have observed has become blurred, what kind of gesture will the real reality be?
Like this broken body of mine?
Like my weird will?
If I really don’t?
So who am I?
I said my name is Hong, but the world I live in is not real, so can I really take the authenticity of the name Hong seriously?
I …
Really? ? ?