We all live in this world full of contradictions and conflicts. People around us are busy doing their own things, as if everyone is chasing an unknown goal, but never looking back at their true direction. The streets and alleys are bustling, but few people have a clear mind to calm down and think about what is hidden behind these prosperity.
You see, in order to survive, people desperately rush around in the workplace and sacrifice for the so-called “achievements”. Family, love, ideals, all of these have long become blurred in the eyes of these “strugglers”. Human beings seem to be destined to spend their lives in contradictions and helplessness, and are unable to break free from this shackles.
I often feel that we live in an abyss, or in a huge dream. This dream is full of hypocritical tenderness and empty laughter. Everyone seems to walk with a mask, always playing the role set by themselves and others, but can no longer see their true self. I wonder if we should have some kind of power to tear this dream apart and see the truth behind it?
However, behind this dream, how many people dare to uncover the fog? People are willing to live in illusions, preferring not to ask for answers that cannot be known, and unwilling to reveal their vulnerable faces. As long as life provides them with enough food, fame and fortune, they will continue to wander in this dream with satisfaction until they die.
You see, those people, those people I know, live like machines, going through their daily routines day after day. It seems that time does not leave any traces on them, and all emotions and thoughts become insignificant under the wheel of time. They only live for fame and success. They spend their years in empty days until the end, their lives are only meaningless numbers.
However, everyone knows that an empty life cannot bring inner fulfillment. Even if you have everything, the emptiness in your heart will still force you to find an indescribable sense of existence. It is a deep desire to find your own foothold in this world and give meaning to your life. But this desire is too weak. Even before you realize it, it has already disappeared in your numbness day after day.
In fact, I sometimes feel a deep regret that our generation has never seen the real light and has never experienced those fearless struggles. Our society has become so vulgar and mediocre. Everyone is repeating meaningless lives and copying the experiences of their predecessors, but never thinking about how to break this mechanical cycle. We live like ants on this land, being consumed silently, but also accustomed to this silent disappearance.
I once tried to resist, but at that time I did not have the courage to face the real world. My struggle was just my dissatisfaction and resistance to this world in my heart, and I did not really put it into practice. Whenever I see those brave people who fearlessly step forward and bravely face the oppression from society and fate, I feel deeply ashamed. They dared to act, but I could only watch and think silently, with a heart that wanted to break free, but could not find a way to go.
You see, although we are in an era full of oppression and contradictions, there are still some people who remain sober and firm in this chaotic ocean. They struggled hard in the abyss, trying to get rid of the heavy shackles, trying to lift the thick fog and let the sun shine into every corner. These people are not born great, but they found hope in despair and heard the cry of their hearts in silence.
And what about us? We are still those who live in our own small world, trapped in our own inner entanglements and conflicts, living confused and blind. We are afraid to face the endless darkness, afraid that the real power will push us into the abyss, but we dare not choose that difficult road. We have no faith and no courage, and can only spend our lives in this hypocritical comfort.
Someone once said that the meaning of life lies in creation and transcendence. But who can transcend their own predicament? Who can break free from the shackles of society and truly live out their souls? Our eyes are covered and our ears are blocked, as if the whole society is reminding us not to seek those unknown truths and not to challenge those long-established rules. We live so regularly, but so empty.
Finally, perhaps all I can do is to record it all with words. Words are the things closest to the soul, and they are not as easily erased by society as other things. It can penetrate time, space, all hypocrisy and vanity, and finally let people see the truth of life. Although this truth is often unbearable, at least it is real.
So, I decided to keep writing, even if this kind of writing may not change anything, even if it is just an empty self-comfort, but at least it can let me see a little different light. In this darkness, perhaps I can find a trace of purity that has never been polluted, even if it is just a little bit.
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