Flea in the box

Fleas in the box -

At the beginning, it will keep jumping and want to jump out of the box.

But after that, it no longer jumps -

Even if you open the box, it won't jump.

Because, it is afraid to hit the head again.

And because of this, it loses the opportunity to be free, and it does not see how the outside world is.

Destiny puts us on the road of life, and there are many bumps and traps in front of us.

Did we fall down again and again, is it like a boxer who has been beaten?

Are we hiding in the corner, crying on our knees, or with scars, moving on?

We don't know how long this road is, just like the flea in the box doesn't know when the box will open.

We don't know if this road will end in the dark, just like the flea doesn't know if the box will be knocked open by it, or who will open it.

The box was closed, I wanted to let the fleas hit it by myself; the road was dark, I wanted to let it light itself.

If we are like the flea - tired, I don't want to move anymore.

Is that right in the same place, waiting for life to count down there? Is it necessary to let yourself be under the darkness and not see the light?

The longer you stay in the dark, the more you are eager for the light—yes, after the bruises, we are tired, we don’t want to move – we are even scared – afraid that we will fall into the trap and fear When you reach out, you will be scratched by the skin, and even begin to fear that you will enter the sand when you blink.

However, we have no choice - we can't choose to stay there, like a fool, as if we are waiting for someone to save you - stay there, only superimposed fear, uneasiness, darkness.

We need that little bit of light to tell us how long it will be.

The night has arrived, will the dawn be far behind?

It's like a flea in a box—it doesn't try again, but it always believes that dawn will come—but it only expects a little bit of light coming in through the cracks.

But we can't - how can a little bit of light feed our will?

We can only go forward - because we have been injured and numb, and are we afraid of what will be next?

Third day: Chen Jialin