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Speaking of " Rebirth ", a movie comes to mind --. - "Groundhog Day," and his insights are still quite interesting.
The movie is about a group of protagonists who come to a small town to cover Groundhog Day, but are accidentally trapped in the festival day and constantly reborn.
But only the hero realizes this rebirth, and no one else.
The hero is first confused and panicked, then adapts and indulges.
He knows everything about the town, and nearly everything, except two things - the heroine and the rebirth.
He memorizes all the answers to the heroine's questions, but can't be the real "answer" after all.
He can't stand the constant rebirth, he feels it's a curse on him.
He is angry, but it doesn't help; he is desperate, and nothing he can do (not even death) will end it.
He confesses to the heroine, seeks help, and she verifies his evidence (learning about everyone in the town), and then counsels that "it [the rebirth] may not be a curse, it just depends on how you look at it".
The hero comes to a realization and stops living up to every day of his rebirth. He reads, develops hobbies, helps others ...... and then after that, his reports are already well-written, his playing makes his teacher proud, he helps others without asking for return, enriching himself while warming up the surrounding, naturally impressing the heroine and ending the endless daily routine.
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The movie is a reflection of reality, and "rebirth" can be a curse that repeats itself every day, or it can be an opportunity to be reborn every day. It's all in the way you look at it.
In the movie, the main character asks two drunks, "What would you do if you were stuck in a place where every day was exactly the same, and no matter what you did, you couldn't change it? One of the drunks replies "It sums up my (life)."
As the drunkard said, repetitive life is actually quite common in reality, whether it's studying, working, or retiring, there are situations like this: today goes by like yesterday, tomorrow will be like today, day after day, year after year, it seems like life is just a constant re-enactment of the same day.
So is this life a curse?
When I was in high school, some students complained to their teachers that the daily life of three points and one line (dormitory - classroom - cafeteria) was like circling around in the same place, boring and unbearable.
The language teacher replied to her that life is not really a repetitive circle, it is more like a spiral, moving forward in a circle ......
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At the end of the movie, the endless "rebirth" ended, and the hero also completed the rebirth of the self. Although in reality, similar to the movie "rebirth" is difficult to happen, but in fact, every moment of life has the possibility of rebirth, change a kind of thinking will meet another life.
There was a time when I was in a bad mood, and I was depressed, and I was just going through the motions every day.
One day after work, in the midst of self-pity, I was reminded that there are still many people in this world like me, doing work they don't like to do for a living, and they can't get close to the goals they really want to pursue.
I laughed bitterly and sighed, "Life is really hard!
Suddenly, I thought of the Tibetans I met on my trip, who were walking on the rugged road, bowing their heads one step at a time. Don't they find it hard? I don't think so, it's just that they are firm in their faith, and the joy of pilgrimage in their hearts outweighs the pain on the outside.
What about myself?
The goal that I have never forgotten, the thoughts and attempts, the efforts and struggles to get closer, is this not my own "pilgrimage"? Since it comes from the desire of the heart, there is no need to regret paying more.
The current situation is just one of them!
Suddenly, I was enlightened: life is really a practice! The suffering of life is but one of the trials: to hammer the body, to try the heart, to make it grow or sink. When a person is willing to endure pain for the sake of his goal, then the suffering is no longer suffering, but a medal, marking their own maturity and determination.
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If we could be born again, would everything change?
Maybe, but not really, at least some of it wouldn't change.
Take Groundhog Day, for example, with its undesignable heroine and unterminable repetition.
Life, for example, with its unfillable desires and those ultimate questions.
If a person thinks of rebirth as winning the lottery, or as a lifesaver, it is an indication of their own powerlessness.
Rebirth, sometimes not far away, is not so high; more often, it is by a little change, growth accumulation.
Learn to discover a deeper self, learn to observe the world with their own independent posture, and discover the beauty that only they can gaze at. Then, experience an unparalleled!
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Obviously have seen not The same scenery, why do you want to live the same life?
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Domestic travel, more and more boring, many similarities, aesthetic fatigue.
If the Xinjiang-Tibet highway built as Beijing, people will marvel at the infrastructure of the motherland; déjà vu parks, no one cares; then many ancient towns have become a commercial street, losing the individuality and flavor, filled with the smell of copper and hustle and bustle, had to let a person sigh.
Not to mention the city's plaza, shopping centers, residential neighborhoods, and even the square dancing aunt, walking through the men and women have been the same score not out of the North and South East and West, it seems that the whole of China are using the same template, guided by the life.
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Tibet travel, a chartered car, the driver is forty years old local Han people. Chatting about the family, there are a pair of children, the oldest boy grew up very skinny, the driver said that his way of discipline is to beat, his words are "must let him have a fear of people in the world".
Just at that moment, I suddenly felt sad, for the boy, for the driver, and for ourselves.
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In Chinese families, parents have a tradition of playing the "red face, white face" role, and in order to make it easier to discipline their children, they "tame" them.
See also the article on the "The Rise and Fall of the Chinese People's Liberation Army", which was published in the United States.
I've seen many of my peers become more and more like their parents as adults: the tone of their voice, the way they move, and the way they treat their children are all almost identical.
Whenever this happens, I always have the illusion that our lives are just repeating themselves, as if we are locked in an invisible chain, unable to escape or change.
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Before I went to college, I was always taught that "the only task now is to study".
At that time, studying was the task, and gaming was the only diversion.
It was only when I came to college that my black and white life began to change. Indulgence, confusion, trying, thinking, looking for their own color and model, but four years is still a little short.
After graduation, back to his hometown, his parents entrusted someone to find a stable job.
In this way, the days flow slowly in the eight-to-five humdrum.
Do I still want to move on? I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm not going to be able to do that. I asked myself this countless times.
The free time, indulge in the game and the network, seems to feel not bad, just after the always give birth to some empty.
I want to change, but there is no direction.
Until one day, self-esteem was enraged, forcing himself to go out!
From then on, I began to try, riding, hiking, movies, reading, travel, love ...... until a couchsurfing, chatting with sand friends, suddenly realize their own pursuit - I want to know more about the world, more understanding of themselves, complete themselves.
A year later, I handed in my resignation, put on my backpack, and embarked on a solo journey ......
That year, I was thirty years old.
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Traveling, meeting many people, getting to know some fellow travelers: students on vacation, middle-aged people on business trips, girls traveling in pairs, cyclists, people stopping at a place to laze around, and people like me who keep rushing. Although everyone travels differently, those on the road are looking for something: the scenery, the world, or themselves.
When did we lose ourselves?
Probably when we were tamed and "obeyed".
I think it's because I've listened to so many people that I can't hear my own voice.
Six months, half of China and Nepal, passing through many landscapes, there are plain, there are surprises, some can only be remembered from the photo album, while some will become a lifetime memory. (The three most impressive landscapes: Inacheng Yading, Sanmenhai - through the rock, the Sayram Lake & starry sky)
Before the departure, the world is far away, grandiose; on the road, the world is vivid, real.
Feeling fresh every day, one's own senses begin to revive and see more of oneself: the introvert who doesn't dare to talk to strangers, the weakness who doesn't know how to reject others, the prejudice influenced by stereotypes, and the stubbornness who is not willing to be weak. Feel their sadness, anger, and trepidation, and apologize for having been neglected.
People of all shapes and sizes are like different facets of themselves: children in remote villages smile flawlessly, children in scenic spots reach out for money; young people raise a glass, brag about their experiences, enjoy the gaze, or are quiet and alone; middle-aged people are attached to their families; singles enjoy their loneliness; the elderly travel in pairs to enjoy the scenery, enjoy life, and try to be thrifty... ...
The world has countless facets, and people have countless choices; make your own choice, or the world chooses for you.
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Choice is always more important than effort, but there are no choices in Chinese education, only multiple choice questions.
The love of the parents is the only choice for the children, the mother's protection, the father's prodding is their love, but this love has nothing to do with the children, this love is called "they are for the good of the children".
Kotaro Isaka said: "It's horrible to think that you don't have to take a test to become a parent.
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Wandering in this world, being influenced by others and being held hostage by the times are all too normal. Complaining about parents and the environment doesn't really help, we can't change them, we can only change ourselves.
What is the purpose of living?
Is there an answer.
The fate of the decision to descend,
consequences of all responsible.
The mediocrity calculates the benefits;
The excellence goes forward,
heaven or hell, willingly.
Everyone moving towards the goal, will encounter a variety of obstacles, Chinese parents, the pressure of survival, others do not understand, are still just conventional options; when fate wants to play a joke, even crying is a luxury!
The Koreans say, "We fight all the way, not to change the world, but to keep the world from changing us."
When I found myself, life began to burst forth, though millions of people.