on the way to morality

Hit an alarm before taking a nap, but eventually couldn't stand it, woke up and turned it off before the alarm went off. I felt awake, but also in a kind of chaos, babbling out: I can't take it anymore.

Until now, I still can't figure out what I can't stand. It was too hot to fall asleep, so I pressed the alarm beforehand and inevitably counted down in my head. When I turned it off, seven or eight minutes before it sounded, I was terrified of it, and I was relieved.

I've been having a hard time sleeping lately, and a lot of things are going through my head like trying to get an unwanted result. Most of them are stories in novels and movies. In the few minutes that the screenwriter did not write, what was a character thinking when he turned his head impatiently. Occasionally there are friends that I no longer meet. It has been a long time since we exchanged news, but when I start to think of them, it seems that their stories continue to grow in my brain, and some can be connected to reality, Some can't, but the truth won't be revealed until the day they see them again.

It's as if I wake up every day and feel the world is spinning so fast that I can't see it -- I can't see anything at all. But the fact is, I didn't notice this before, maybe only when I needed to see clearly, I would emphasize the fact that I can't see clearly.

This so-called world was delivered to me through the Internet, and I seem to have to feed my feelings back to it again through the Internet.

So I know that some people are celebrating their 19th birthday today. Some people have failed the college entrance examination and cried and said that they want to go to high school. A black bear in Shandong was chained to a hula hoop under the high temperature of 40 degrees, and a man pierced it with a needle. The puppy got millions of fans by making it do strange things... The teacher was forced to jump off the building, the woman who had experienced domestic violence was sentenced against it, cyberbullying, cyberbullying, suicide, suicide, and even more bizarre suicides.

Endless. If the Internet were a person's brain, it would probably be unable to sleep because of so many events. Even if you don’t judge and understand emotionally first, you will collapse because of such a huge amount of data.

Further, it is not just a warehouse for storing data, it seems that every one is still waiting for the calculation result - this is the ideal state. But in fact, most of them can only be piled up in this unfathomable place, not seen by the sun, and only occasionally mentioned. People are surprised that there is no reasonable outcome, but they get used to it over time.

I believe it was not a good time, but not like many of my friends, who think this is the worst of the world, the result of going backwards, and humbly recount the fact that nothing like our generation has ever been experienced in the past. , morality has fallen from such a spiritual height to such a low point. And I prefer to believe that barbarism is not expelled from our lives in the first place, so it keeps coming back. On the way to morality, we have suffered terrible failures more than once.

Some of the comforting words were brusque, and perhaps counted as a heavy blow, albeit well-intentioned. Roughly similar to "you've been in the fake world long enough", "you choose to overwhelm yourself with what makes you miserable"...but think about it, what is "real", most people are more Would you like to believe the part?

It seems that there is no way for people to put themselves aside first, put them aside, and focus on the other, even the most ordinary listening and understanding cannot be achieved. So we rarely notice other people's pain, and a lot of what happens on the Internet is ridiculous, or is shown to us through the Internet, and our reactions are so ridiculous. It's like a North Korean defector who was forced to become a porn anchor crying in front of the camera, only to ask her if she was homesick.

Gradually, our brains stopped calculating and expected to do something to push or change the outcome of events, and we lived off the stories, day after day, becoming insensitive.

Many things have been taken away, sincerity, bravery, freedom, these pure little things are used to wrap the most filthy things in this world. The man who seemed to retain the last bit of conscience also became an unarmed witness to all the barbarism but could not do anything about it.