Don't be fooled by my current vitality. In the second half of last year (during the epidemic prevention and control period), my mental state was quite poor. It was September 26, 2022, the sixth day after the Guizhou bus accident. The pressure of epidemic prevention and control policies was high, and no one knew where it would end. I sat on the bus heading home to visit my elderly relatives and wrote this article. Looking back today, it can be considered a kind of awakening...
Fish#
I became part of the noise. The market was crowded, lively, and I lived a lifetime in the dead silence.
We are fish, free in the fish tank.
Looking out through the clear and bright fish tank, foolishly thinking that we have seen the essence of the surroundings.
Swimming around, bubbling, and consuming the already scarce life. As for eating, drinking, sleeping, there is no need to worry, after all, we are raised. As for life and death, perhaps some worry, after all, we are all indulged in these seven seconds of memory!
The life and death of mayflies are meaningless, do ours have any meaning? It's just our hands waving in the air, wanting to grasp something in sorrow or wanting to leave our mark in the air. It's all ridiculous thoughts, it's a pitiful life.
Being human, I'm sorry, maybe there's no need to apologize, it should be us who should be apologized to. We are all individuals trapped in this fish tank, good at thinking sadly. And ourselves, trapped in this shell, enjoying a moment of joy: enjoying the happiness brought by the fleeting passage of life.
(The end)
Due to the nature of my major, I often contemplate the value of life. The reverence for life often drives me to evaluate the rationality of certain events and developments. Looking back at the past period, too many things that should not have happened indeed occurred...
In memory of those once vibrant lives