Tarot cards-hanging people

Hanging people in this card is my reality. I've watched it for a long time. The first time I saw Xiao Pei send this card, I read it carefully for a long time. I've seen its definition before. Before listing, it seemed very comfortable, and Totaro hung up with stiff muscles. The hands and feet pricked by nails are particularly distressed.

Look at him more. He looks familiar. Think about the unfinished robot in westworld. Stiff, straightforward and shocking. The unrecognizable appearance has a sense of confusion. Hang up and be at the mercy of others. Who hung him? Does anyone else have this right except himself? Even if someone else did it, he gave others the right to hang him himself.

Sprinkle a handful of seeds in the soil, and the seeds will be full in the soil, waiting to break out. In dark soil, it is warm, moist and soft. Even though it is suffocating gradually, the seeds are still unwilling to go out and be baptized by the sun. Although it will be stung by light, the warmth in the sun is the source of energy for all things. Even the warmth in the soil is the residual temperature of the sun.

Snake, snake again. It's sleeping and waiting. Although there is a trait in your bones that changes like a snake shedding its skin, it is only a trait, not the source. Wishes from the bottom of my heart will spread out in circles, wake up the sleeping snake and sail into the track like a boat. Snakes will be an aid to your navigation.

At this moment, what is holding you back? What is input into the robot is programs and concepts. The purpose of your life is to bring these concepts into life. Procedures and concepts are gradually shaken, and you are still persistent. Do you think they are shattered, will you disappear with them? ...

You didn't face your anger, you just wanted to calm it down. If you can't calm down, you will enter the mode of fighting anger. Your energy is very low, you curl up in a ball, try to hibernate, wake up in a dream, winter is over and spring is blooming.

The counselor once said that your energy is very low, but you shut yourself up and don't nourish and enhance your energy. I am very helpless about this. Although I have finished discussing with her, her words have been echoing in my ears. Every time I indulge, they will pull me up, just like pulling me out of the mire.

Maybe what I didn't face directly was why I was the victim. Why do I have so many setbacks and setbacks? Why can't I have happy parents and a smooth life? Why is my intimate relationship so tortuous? Why am I such a disappointing person?

She closed her eyes and looked at nothing. Pretend nothing happened. She longs for happiness in the traditional sense, as if that shell is the most important thing. She didn't look directly at the real and traumatic life under the shell. She longs for the realistic expression of the concept of beauty. So I lived in a dream, curled up and endured the feeling of suspension and congestion.

I have read a sentence, the leader needs to bear life. Passive people need to endure life all the time. Accept your life and surrender to what you now call suffering. Nourish and fill every moment, and then flow downstream every moment. Like a plant, it succumbs to the energy of heaven and earth and prolongs life.

Please remember:

Who is a clean single? The people who format it. Their minds are full of popular ideas and rules in society, and they are too lazy to doubt or dare to doubt, because popular ideas have eroded their most unique thing-their soul doubts. Under the alienation and transformation of these things, they have changed from living people to facial dolls, catering to something that binds them to life like robots.

But the real living soul is not like this. It is full of self-struggle, paradox and contradiction. Always living in the blend of nobility and meanness, greatness and smallness, clarity and fuzziness, good and evil, just like a huge chaos, neither clear nor clear. In a sense, it is even contradictory. Many words in the Xixia mantra are like this.

Excerpt from Xue Mo's Handprint of Light Literature Pilgrimage.