Is it more rational or closer to your own soul?

Chasing dreams is chasing your own bad luck. In the street where sixpence was everywhere, he looked up and saw the moonlight.

This is the most classic sentence in The Moon and Sixpence, which will be familiar to anyone who has seen it.

However, at first I was moved by this sentence in the book? —— ? "Emotions have reasons that reason can't understand at all."

When I was a child, I often came across some tests to test whether you are partial to sensibility or rationality. Of course, I don't remember the test results for a long time, but I still have an impression-at that time, I especially worshipped rational people, and I was always fearless and calm when I was in danger. So being a rational person has been my ideal goal for a long time.

Grow up slowly and have more ideas about rationality and sensibility. Generally speaking, rational people seem to be able to plan their own lives, everything is step by step, work is stable, and even love and marriage are smooth. And emotional people, I always think of graffiti artists on the street, wandering singers on the street, travelers who can walk away everywhere …

It seems that rational people are closer to success, but I prefer to deal with emotional people. Maybe it's their infinite imagination, maybe it's emotions that reason can't understand. And myself, I am a mixture of sensibility and rationality. But in other people's words, young artists should be more sensitive.

Emotional people have been affectionate since ancient times, while rational people have been ruthless since ancient times. Even if the world is not so stable, I still want to be the one with feelings.

In the book, Charles Strickland chose to pursue his own moonlight in emotion and reason, even though it was not recognized by everyone around him. But this is precisely because-feelings have reason and cannot be understood at all.

Perhaps in everyone's opinion, the former Mr. Strickland, an able person in society, an excellent husband and father, and a reliable agent, is much better than the man who abandoned his family and pursued his dreams wholeheartedly. So many people are trying to live an ordinary life. But there is such a monologue in the book-

I always feel that most people spend their lives like this, and something seems to be missing. I admit the social value of this life, and I also see its orderly happiness, but there is a strong desire in my blood for a more wild and uninhibited journey. My heart longs for a more exciting life.

I am almost the same now, although it has nothing to do with age. But it seems that there is a strong desire in my blood to embark on an unknown journey. And the older generation in my family really yearn for a quiet and peaceful life. My parents' greatest expectation for me is to find a stable job and live a more stable life.

In China, the golden mean has existed since ancient times. Of course, there are still many radical people. However, most people are not the people they want to be, but the people they have to be.

I once read a passage-

There was a time when my parents were unreasonable, and the farther away from home, the better. Only when I left home did I find that they also had dreams, and they were once in their prime, but their dreams turned into me, and it was good for them to live well. Without me, their dreams would have come true long ago.

I also heard a story-

Once upon a time, there was a boy. One day, he found out that he was actually gay. He doesn't know who to talk to, my friend. Teacher? Family? Friends around me seem to be obviously straight men, and teachers seem to have been teaching correct values. Home is a traditional home with good manners. So, he chose silence.

Later, he made a girlfriend through blind date and directly planned to get married. Because for him, it seems that everything is the same, no matter who. Once in the street, my girlfriend couldn't help being infatuated when she saw a handsome guy. She thought her boyfriend would be jealous, but he didn't. He said that he also thought that boy was good-looking. My girlfriend couldn't help wondering, but she didn't ask much, and he didn't say much.

Later, they got married, had children and formed a happy family in everyone's eyes. Life goes on like this.

Later, when he was old, he wrote the secret in his diary. He left. His children saw it and cared about each other. He wrote in his diary, "I really have no choice but to end it like this. I know that this family and society can hardly allow me to go my own way, so I choose to make do for a lifetime. At present, this is indeed correct. "

To be honest, I'm confused, too. When the emotion in your heart conflicts with life, how should you choose? Of course, because I saw this passage at the end of the book and gave me the answer-

I wonder if Abraham really destroyed himself. Do what you want to do most, live in your favorite environment, be indifferent and quiet, and enjoy yourself. Is this to spoil yourself? Being a famous surgeon with an annual salary of 10,000 pounds and a beautiful wife is success? In my opinion, the answer depends on your understanding of the meaning of life, your commitment to social obligations and your personal pursuit. But I still didn't say a word. Who am I to argue with a knight?

There is another thing that appeals to me about this book.

I have a vague feeling that some people live somewhere. Chance throws them into a certain environment, but they always miss a hometown where they don't know where they are. They are still outsiders in the place where they were born, and the shady alleys they were familiar with when they were children, or the densely populated streets where they used to play, will always belong to passing places. Being among relatives, they may be lonely all their lives; They are still lonely in the only familiar environment. Perhaps it is this strangeness that makes people fly away, looking for something eternal and connecting themselves with it. Perhaps it is some deep-rooted atavism that prompted these wandering people to return to their homeland, where their ancestors left in ancient times. Sometimes when a person comes to a place by chance, he will mysteriously feel that he belongs here. This is the home he has been looking for, so he has settled in places he has never seen and people he has never known, as if they were all familiar to him. He finally found peace here.

When I was a child, I never thought that other places would be my home. Growing up, I was far away from my hometown and missed it very much. I have met many people, heard many stories and read many books, but I have only mentioned this "place where I belong" twice, and both of them are in books.

I read a book called Nepal is beautiful in high school. An author once mentioned the thought traveler she met on the road. She seems to be German. She came here once in the 1990s. At that time, she felt that she belonged to this place and seemed to have been looking for it. I didn't know much at the time. Later, I said together that she also hoped to go to such a place one day, find her own heart and find her own place. Seems really happy.

Later, I was lucky enough to read a book called Holidays in Istanbul. The heroine in the book originally lived in Britain, but after a fortune teller's prediction, she made a long journey and finally came to Istanbul, Turkey. Finally, I found that some of my memories and myself once belonged here.

I have never experienced this wonderful feeling, but slowly, it makes me yearn for it. Many people are traveling, some to see the scenery, some to go to their own pilgrimage sites, and many, many more.

I am a contradictory person. On the one hand, I long for the unknown and exploration; on the other hand, I hope for peace. However, I can be sure that I will not stop. I just hope that after trying my best, it will not be an ordinary life.