Watch the news, another molester has been arrested.
Subway, girl, lewd man, these key words appeared too many times just this past summer.
The point is, there are quite a few repeat offenders among these people.
Detention, recidivism, detention, recidivism ......
It's a cycle, wasting the days his parents worked so hard to give him on lewdness and obscenity.
Remember that saying: some people live, he's already dead.
In fact, some people live who might as well not exist at all.
Is there any meaning in life for creatures who disgust others for their own selfish desires?
Contrary to this, also read this sentence:
Life is not how many days you live, but how many days you remember.
Thanks to the author of this quote, although I still haven't found his great name, but learned it from the 96-year-old Xu Yuanchong on the program "The Reader".
Looking again at Xu Yuanchong's condition, I was ashamed of myself in the prime of life.
He dares to say that he is "the only person who sells more than a hundred books in China and abroad, and translates poems into English and French";
In the face of the many famous translators of The Red and the Black, he also dares to say, "I'm better than others at translating."
And how many people are there who are still so confident and dare to be so sure of the meaning of their lives?
He remembers every book he has translated, because those translations are making a splash in the world.
And looking again at his life, there is gold everywhere.
Of course, we don't have to measure our lives by the accomplishments of others, but when you walk the path you've chosen, you always have to take responsibility for where that path leads and where it ends.
1, the pursuit of a meaningful life, do not step on others
We spit on molesters, and we do not welcome dreamers with no one in sight.
A recent picture has been widely circulated.
The picture shows a young man holding up a banner in front of a group of older women dancing in a square.
The banner reads, "Please let my child have a good night's sleep.
The contrast between the young man's silent stance and the dancing women's lack of attention maps out one of life's most intractable contradictions.
The older ones want to be healthy, the younger ones want to grow up.
Who will give way first when they meet on the narrow road?
And anyway, judging from the kinds of endings that have been reported, the health-seeking crowd tends to be all over the place.
Can't sleep? Blame me? Can't learn? Something to do with me?
They're probably thinking, "If I get sick, it's my kids who are going to be dragged down," but have you ever thought that your grandchildren could be in another neighborhood, being wailed on by another group of health-seekers?
The pursuit of a meaningful life should not be built on the basis of social morality damage from the outset, and should not be used to pay for their own interests with money from other people's pockets.
Such a "meaning" is not very different from stealing and robbing, but only in the legal red line of the left and right ballet.
Actually, in the final analysis, or a "loss" mentality:
In the eyes of some people, if you give even one step back to the unrelated people, as well as the general pain as the scattered wealth.
So, it led to a difficult communication, difficult to solve the problem.
Is it actually hard to resolve?
Location a little farther away, voice tone down a little, is not it all happy?
Believe that if you take a small step back today, you'll get a big step back in the future.
If you don't believe me, hey.
A meaningful life has nothing to do with money
Lao She wrote an article called "Master Zong Yue".
Master Zongyue's original surname was Liu, and he was a tycoon.
Laoshe's family was poor when he was a child, and he had no school to attend.
Then Master Zong Yue, who was still "Uncle Liu", said to Lao She's mother, "I will come tomorrow and take him to school.
Laoshe was often treated by him, and others who knew him ate from him and took from him.
In a few years, Uncle Liu had already dispersed most of his family's wealth.
But by this time, his laugh was still "loud".
In the end, he only knew how to give, but still ended up penniless.
After a change of family, he became a monk.
Soon after, he became the abbot of a large temple, and soon after, he was kicked out.
Because he sold his temple property to do good deeds.
Then he became the abbot of a small temple, and still did all the good he could.
One meal a day, and he still laughed loudly.
Finally, while reciting sutras to a monk who had passed away, he sat down alone, leaving behind many relics.
This is Master Sogetsu.
After reading the article, one has to believe that some people are born to be Buddhas.
Scattering their wealth, not knowing rich or poor, in their minds, life seems to have only one thing meaningful, only one gesture to be happy.
Their Buddha is not in their hands, not in their bodies, not in their mouths. For they are the Buddha.
Instead, it is the ones who are all dressed up and mouthed, the ones who hate to carve identification into their faces, who make people spit on them.
What's more, those who take the kindness of others as an ATM, the whole meaning of life lies in how to mooch off the cheap, and then step on the rhythm of "poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor", towards the end.
At the end of the day, Master Zong Yue can say to the Buddha: "I have no shame in my life, and I can rest in peace.
The other two kinds of people, looking back: next door to the landlord old Li Tou, why did not ask him for two more chickens?
The high and the low.
In Master Zong Yue, we can feel the flood of laughter through the text.
I also hope that when we come to the end of the line to remember, we are left with a flood of laughter, not a trail of filth.
Seize your own shortcut to "turn stone into gold"
I hope that when the day comes to grow old, I can be like Xu Yuanchong, confidently proclaiming a lifetime of achievement.
However, looking at the current situation, we are still far from the goal.
Recently, the unit is a bit abnormal, vigorously promote things, and not this unit should do things.
But the higher-ups are pushing, and no one will not follow.
A few months down the road, many people are injured, many people are tired and sick.
Taking the unit's paycheck and having to do what was set out to do, it's just that I know so many people, including myself, were thinking about what the point of things was.
I think that in many units that engage in formalism, this should be a common phenomenon.
There is less of an energy.
"Sewing Machine Band" has a line:
"Originally there was that energy, every day looking forward to when to start; now there is no that energy, every day looking forward to when to end."
The days of looking forward to the beginning are worth remembering and are called life; the days of looking forward to the end are numb after a long time.
The worst thing is to be numb, and when you look back, you can't remember what you've done and what you've lived for.
This is not much better than being a lecher.
After returning home, the only way to achieve anything is to pick up a book, and then realize that it's not just for the sake of the emptiness of the people who did it, or the hypocrisy of the people who are not what they think they are.
Only when I pick up a pen and hold up a book do I feel stronger than an obscene man, and the days are worth remembering.
Reading and writing is my shortcut to finding myself.
Maybe we all have that way of making our days meaningful.
Find it, hold it, and make more days come alive in the past when you remember them someday.
Find the right meaning for yourself without having to disrupt the harmony; find your own meaning without building on the interests of others.
Let live, be alive; let live, worth remembering.