The Timekeeper's Lie

What would you do for the person you love?

How far away can you hide in a corner without him finding you?

How long can you watch him silently?

Can you resist reaching out with the hand you want to use to hold his?

Take a good look at your hands. Are they a pair of human hands, or a pair of demonic claws?

When you hold his hand, are you trying to help him, or are you acting on your selfish desire to get closer to him?

Do you love him?

Love him?

Then why not hide a little farther away?

The theme I want to write about is a little broad. Friends who have learned about evolutionary psychology will know that our brains do not actually give us the truth. They trick us into seeking food and mates, giving us brief happiness and long-term pain to ensure that human genes continue to be passed on. Every day, we are pushed forward by the society we ourselves have formed, unable to stop.

We are not free.

Outside the framework of passing on our genes, what is freedom? What is normal love, and what is abnormal love? And what are human beings? Which should we obey: the brain, the heart, or the body?

This story also includes content related to movies, music, food, medicine, and psychology. It is not a short story, but I'll do my best to write it quickly.

Theme: I want to know what freedom is. I want to know what love is.