When we were young, even though we were trapped in a cage and became tamed beasts, we would also enjoy the misery. We looked at the humans outside the cage and imagined that maybe they were the bound slaves and we were the free kings. As we grow up slowly, we increasingly find our powerlessness, especially after we have seen so much, that feeling of powerlessness is deeply imprinted on us. In our minds, we know that we are beasts in a cage, and we are powerful enough, but when we try to subvert this law, we find that we cannot do it, we are lost, we are sad, we look at the boiling humans outside, and we start to fake smile to maintain our lives, to abandon the fantasy of our past, and to hate ourselves now.
I had very little lofty sentiments at the time, and I often recited poems against him. The poems I wrote lacked the youthful ambition, but had more of a mature flavor. As for whether it was good or bad, I couldn't say.
We have aged slowly, but he always joked that I age relatively slowly, and that I have a scholarly demeanor. I naturally know that he does not want me to dwell on the past, but now I am not even half as good as I was yesterday in imitating the brushstrokes of the past. I looked at the clouds outside the window and remembered the sentence, "The clouds and water are not merciful", and I felt very indecisive again.
Intention: Can love at first sight lead to a lifelong commitment?
