But in any case, every shadow is still the child of light, and only those who have experienced light and darkness, peace and war, prosperity and decay can be regarded as truly living.
So says the last sentence of the book.
This book was born in the midst of displacement, like a roll of film, exhausting the colors of the author's life, spreading like a spider web through that era, that Europe, and it seemed a little proud and a little helpless. In the course of this history, his own power seems a little too small, so that this former literary giant is so sad at the end of a book.
The sad one is also a little helpless. 60 years of ups and downs, all of them, everything that has built the self, is about to disappear for a while, who can understand the mood here?But it's helpless!
No generation has experienced such a situation as we have: from the pinnacle of spiritual thought to the abyss of moral depravity. ”
Zweig, who was deeply influenced by Freud, was also the "writer who knew women in the world", but in the end he couldn't get out, and chose what he thought was the destination, like an eagle plunged into the abyss. But in my opinion, it is a pity, not that his worries ended in less than two years, and he is sorry for him, but that his price is too great, and he bears a weight that should not be carried. He lives himself with his own yesterday, and yesterday is gone, and he can't survive. But is there really nothing in your future?
People have their own missions. Decades of encounters, sooner or later, let everyone finally get their own number plate, classify themselves, and push themselves forward. Even in troubled times, the dream was shattered by artillery fire, and even on stormy days, the rain covered the sky, and the trees still stood tall, giving shade to the grassThe grass also seems to be unyielding, and when the sun rises and the sky clears, people can still play football or camp on it. Modern people have a strange ability to throw them on this green meadow, and they can always do something to make themselves happy.
Just opening our eyes from infancy, toddlers, we all looked the same, fearless and curious about the world. But gradually growing up, whether it is a greenhouse or a jungle, anyway, we have passed through the power of time, ** on the depth of the lines is our imprint, from this moment, unconsciously, we have changed, some people are vicious, but also loud, some people are resolute and less talking, and some people are cowering ......It's as if we started to have a tag or a number plate, and we walked maverickly with this number plate.
Walking and walking. Step into a point of no return.
But the road should be able to open up on its own. I prefer Adler's words, "Fatalism is a false spiritual guide, believing that fate is cowardice, is evasion." "As long as the heart does not die and we have courage, we have the strength to walk out of our own smooth path.
I believe it's not a piece of chicken soup, that's why we walk upright, and we wouldn't be able to stay a day without it.
2024, did you get your number plate?