Into a luxury. Tell me about it.

Born as a man, I was born in my own crying, declaring that I have a place in this world, crying and laughing for decades, and then bidding farewell to the joys and sorrows of this life in the crying of others. The life of worldly desires seems that "crying" is the emotional word that can best summarize our life experience-

When I was a child, I pretended to cry because I couldn't get a candy, knowing that the adults in front of me would be soft-hearted and would give in; Because I damaged my parents' beloved things, I carefully asked my grandparents for help with tears, knowing that they would spoil and protect themselves in their parents' anger; I cried because I fell down on my bike, knowing that there were family members behind me who wanted to let go but never left.

When we were students, the definition of the word "friend" was sacred. There are countless "classmates" and few "friends", but they are loyal to each other. When we encounter the crisis of friendship betrayal, we cry and ask ourselves and others why, as if the sky is falling; However, the standard to measure the gold content of the word "friend" in adulthood is that it is labeled layer after layer in the artificial greetings when we first meet. Behind all kinds of kinship terms, we understand that using or even betraying is the normal embodiment of the value of "friendship" in the adult world, and our tears are too precious to flow for them.

When we are in love, both men and women seem to be possessed by Lin Daiyu and fall into the possessiveness in the honey pot of love. When we are nervous, we want to use childish and unreasonable crying to confirm our weight in each other's hearts and get a sense of security from each other's words. It turns out that tears at that time were the ultimate weapon of omnipotence; But in the 30-year-old family life, in the widowed marriage, in the unhappy workplace, in the crying of children, tears have long been absorbed by the non-stop trivial life. We understand that the sense of security is not waiting for the other party's pay, but the future we strive for, and tears are the most useless burden!

This change, with the participation of time, is also the trace left on us by real experience. There are fewer and fewer tears in life, until one day, we are eroded by pain from the inside out and drained of blood and sweat, and we realize that we can't cry anymore-

Adults' tears have become comparable to Louis? Luxury goods of Vuitton, Gucci and Cartier.

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We are entering an era when we have to face the loss-losing our dreams, fighting spirit, faith, relatives and even all our emotions. All the lost pain, like a basin of warm water, is boiled by two firewood: objective reality and subjective experience, and we are all frogs cooked slowly in "warmth" without knowing it. Before we knew it was boiling hot, all our senses were paralyzed and became puppets slaughtered by life, without soul, feelings and tears!

Why do we have no tears?

Or we have lost the emotional fuse of crying.

Because we have lost many firsts as adults.

All the "first time" experiences in life often leave us with a deep emotional imprint and unforgettable life experience. Whether it is surprise, anger or sadness, all the first-time emotional fluctuations can easily open the floodgates of tears. But in adulthood, more experiences and emotional stimuli are repeated. We have lost our enthusiasm for the first time and curiosity about the unknown, and put out all emotional chemical reactions. The bottom fire of feelings is moldy and rotten bit by bit in our forgotten corner, which can no longer be connected, causing ripples in our hearts.

Otherwise, we have no time to cry.

Because the information age is changing so fast.

The small world is crowded with big people. Occasionally, we want to stop a beat and wet our tired eyes with a tear, but we are forced to move forward by the latecomers who keep moving forward. You were forced to blend into the urgent and anxious rhythm, disturbed, lost your mind and evaporated your eyes. Crying? It is already a symbol that once existed, far behind. Although it stimulates the drowsiness and sadness of the lacrimal gland, but zoom in on your pupil, only sprinters should chase forward and drift away!

Or we dare not cry.

For fear of becoming a self-pitying clown.

As adults, every passing year seems to accumulate into a kind of shackles. Finally, one day, maybe it is a trick of fate, maybe it is an injustice in the workplace, maybe it is the passage of life, maybe it is a disease or an accident, and it becomes the last straw behind us. Our whole body crashed into the dust, so heavy that it was difficult to get up and look up. We are wronged, we are unwilling, we are afraid, we are sad, we want to pour out all our emotions with tears, but at that second, we were blocked by stubborn arrogance. Because I dare not face myself with tears, I am afraid that I will have the illusion of self-pity and self-pity just in the face of small setbacks. Because we are afraid to admit our weaknesses to everyone, including ourselves.

Or we can't cry.

Because we have lost the right of adults to use instinct.

As the saying goes, "crying children have milk to eat." But the premise is "you are a child"-whether it is a child in the calculation of physiological age or a "child" who can turn around and hug at any time. If not, we can only be the stuffing in the meat pie sandwiched between the two sides of reality-one side is the family: parents are no longer our backing, but we must be their support; Family is no longer the spiritual satisfaction of being alone, but the daily life of daily necessities. The other side is the workplace: we are no longer children who unconditionally have protectors and guides. From then on, we have become social people who can only overcome difficulties and distinguish human feelings on their own.

Career life, small family life, infighting family life, two-way pressure, physical and mental burden, divided. What can flow from us is not tears, but blood and sweat from wounds! We stumble on the narrow road of life, constrained by numerous realistic blows-get up again and again, lick the wounds, and then carry on with our heads held high, so skilled that it seems that this is our innate unconditional reflex instinct, rather than crying for salvation!

Sad? Pain? Collapse? Tears have turned a deaf ear to all emotions! Cry? At the moment when we either decide to face reality with our heads held high, or choose to bow to reality, this necessary skill will follow blowing in the wind as an adult! Because we finally understand that crying can't change any status quo, can't solve any problems, can't open any weapons and equipment to protect you, on the contrary, it can only make you synonymous with cowardice.

We are used to the baptism of the above-mentioned adult reality, acquiesce in the teaching of all experiences because ... and then, of course, carry out the set "should do this" procedure. ......

But behind all this "of course", who doesn't want us to be the one who can cry, laugh and make trouble? So what if someone says that you are naive and not stable? Being an innocent and intelligent living person is no more real than a mummy hiding all emotions.

How I want to put aside all the established life procedures, to find and discover my true self, and to find my ability to "tear freely" as an adult! At least, you can enjoy crying silently in the silent corner of the night, where no one can see you, hugging that tired and powerless self, and then in the morning when the sun rises, you will be refreshed, smiling and full of vitality to face new challenges.

What about you?

If you can, Louis? Vuitton, Gucci, Cartier ... anything can be your luxury. As for tears, please delete them from your luxury list!

Today's soul torture:

1.？ How long have you not cried?

2.？ When was the last time you shed tears? Because of what?

Please leave your answer in the message area.