Philosophical Life Starting from Pirates

I don't know when the word Holy Mother became popular on the Internet. Originally, it refers to a female character who is dedicated to doing good and sacrificing herself for others. Later, it was often used to refer to people with abnormally abundant sympathy (now it can be regarded as a derogatory term from a complimentary term). There is a very famous painting "Lady on Horseback" in history. Friends who don't know can search it. I think that lady is a holy mother. The motivation for her behavior belongs to the superego among the id, ego and superego in psychodynamic theory. And "selfishness" and "profit-seeking", the most primitive human desires that satisfy instinctive impulses, are not only not condemned but are instead sought after by everyone? They even attack the "superego" and "the Holy Mother" in reverse.

I feel like I've been acting stupid, but I feel like I'm being serious. Maybe I was seriously playing dumb. I still imagined that I would be famous one day, but in reality everyone thought I was stupid. Sometimes I care about other people's evaluations, and even think about an unintentional sentence for a long time. But sometimes I feel that other people's evaluations are always other people's prejudices, and I still have to rely on my own legs to walk my own path. Maybe people are fickle, or maybe the only constant throughout the ages is the road.

You think you stink. When you are alone, you may smell your own stench. But you have to know that the outside world is a quagmire full of dirt, and you try your best to look like a hot spring. Finally, I tell you that this is the Yaochi in Heaven! So when you step into it, do you really think you can wash away the stink from yourself? Well! I have no choice, I often have no choice but to do it myself. But the author still hopes that everyone can find their own lotus in this quagmire, even if they just take a look from a distance...

Representatives from different races around the world gathered together in the Kingdom of Kamabaka, the Great Line. On the stage in the middle of the crowd, Bai Liming smiled slightly, and his bright eyes seemed to be shining with golden light. He picked up his speech. "Friends and comrades. I have a dream, a dream deeply rooted in the sea and free... I have a dream that one day, whether it is the East China Sea, the South China Sea, the West Sea or the North Sea, all places where oppression prevails will become a paradise of freedom and justice. I dream that one day, children of the fish-men, long-hands, demons, giants... All races will have the right to live in the holy land of Mariejoy and work hand in hand with their own flesh and blood. I dream that one day, the valleys will rise, the mountains will descend, the rough and tortuous roads will become smooth, and the Holy Light will be revealed and shine on the world. This is our hope. Isn't it with this belief that we come here? With this belief, we will be able to carve out a stone of hope from the abyss of despair. With this belief, we will be able to change the harsh quarrels of the entire ocean into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. Let the sea regain its prosperity a hundred years ago! This dream must come true. Let the voice of freedom ring in the red continent! Let freedom ring on every island! Let freedom ring across the sea! I couldn't pass this section, but I passed it that day. I will write further...

Finally I lay in the arms of loneliness, and I felt that my soul was very peaceful. I am finally no longer that fool and I can be myself. I can look at my phone, I can read a book. I feel like a king, and all poems, philosophies or famous quotes are my subjects. It is no longer someone who forces me to organize them, but they try their best to tell me that they are useful and worthy of me recording them. I feel like I am myself and I feel very free. I enjoyed it, even though it was only for one night.