Don't be fooled by my current liveliness, my mental state was quite poor in the second half of last year (during the epidemic prevention and control period). It was September 26, 2022, the sixth day after the Guizhou bus accident. The epidemic prevention and control policies were strict, 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, bustling, and I lived a lifetime in a silent environment.
We are fish, free in the fish tank.
Looking out through the clear fish tank, foolishly thinking that we have seen the essence of our surroundings.
Swimming around, bubbling, consuming the already scarce life. As for eating, drinking, sleeping, we don't have to worry, after all, we are raised. As for life and death, perhaps some worry, after all, we are all immersed in these seven seconds of memory!
The life and death of mayflies are meaningless, what about ours? We wave our hands in the air, wanting to grasp something in sorrow or 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, adept 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 profession, 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