Breaking the shackles

I always knew that there was a black hole in my heart, and there was a cold wind blowing in the darkness. I had a little bit of happiness and happiness, and I was infiltrated from the surface of the soul like a piece of silk. I have been afraid. Face it, so I have been escaping, like a passing mouse across the street, drilling to the darkest, wettest and most lonely place. I know that only by breaking through myself can it be peaceful, it is like a cancer, with time The growth will grow bigger and more toxic, and will not give up until I completely destroy it.

People, staying in the dark for a long time, always eager to get close to a good, green grass, flowers, sea, spring, laughter, hug, kiss, etc. These beautiful things seduce us a little bit and get out of ourselves Casting cages, autistic teenagers, are also eager to be close to the good, and also eager to plunge into the embrace of love.

The word autism, like an invisible label on my forehead, is like controlling the zombie's spell, which makes me lose the ability to act. I don't want to walk out of the dormitory to establish a deep connection with the outside world. We are afraid of disappointment and injury. A fragile heart is rejected with layers, and it is tightly packed, like a caterpillar that is self-contained, covering the ugly face and a disgusting black hair, but the caterpillar can usher in a broken butterfly. On that day, and we will only send enzymes and stink in the cockroaches.

The world is so indifferent, some hurt you don’t say no one will understand, some cages you don’t break yourself, no one will help you, the only thing we can do, except for breakthroughs, there is no other way, although it’s broken out There is great pain, but we must choose to face it. I have seen a movie with a bird breaking through the shell. A thumb-sized egg is first cut into a small hole, and then moved along the hole a little bit to the sides. Every time I widen it, I hear a tear. The sorrow of the lungs, after a full circle, gradually revealed a small red head, two eyes have not been opened, the body has no hair, delicate pink, small claws and tender wings Struggling to push the eggshell out, every time I struggled, I made a sharp squeak and tossed a few rounds before I exposed the whole body to the long-lost air. Looking at such a stubborn new life, I felt shocked and moved. I cheered for the tenacity of life. Through this little eggshell, I pulled my gaze back to myself. I have been so stubbornly eager to survive, when I struggled to squeeze through my mother’s tight birth canal. When I squeezed my first breastmilk hard, when I struggled to stand up and continue to toddler, etc., I think I am eager to live, how strong and confident I used to be alive, and now Why do you meet a little? Difficulties and setbacks, wanted to give up hastily, and even suicidal thoughts? Am I not as good as a kid?

Looking at the world, there are many people who are bitter than themselves. Many of them stand up firmly and become a banner. They stand in the foothills in the wind, like a beam of light, bringing warmth to the tired soul. membership. In the mixed entertainment circle, I like to go through the bitter and arduous run-up period, and eventually evolve into the sun goddess Xie Na, which brings happiness to hundreds of millions of viewers; I like to overcome the pain and discrimination of transsexual surgery, and finally become beautiful and elegant. The straight-hearted dancer, Venus, is a teacher; I like to overcome all kinds of controversy and embarrassment, and eventually become an elegant and charming actor Fan Bingbing, etc. These predecessors gave me a good example of the present, let me understand the world. It’s not just me who suffers from pain and suffering. Behind every glamorous one, there is a period of unknown, and from mediocrity to excellence, only to break through, to become a butterfly.

There are many caterpillars in the world, and there are many cockroaches. When people finally change from caterpillars to cockroaches through continuous efforts, many people stop growing, and An An steadily stays in the wind and rain, and goes through the plain In the happy life, they lost the courage to further evolve. In the comfortable shackles, they grinded their ambitions a little bit, and they grew old day by day. They finally died silently in the hustle and bustle. How many people should have become butterflies? I will sleep forever in the hustle and bustle, and I will bear the smashing talent given by God. Although I know that the process of breaking the sputum is very painful, at the moment of the butterfly, all the efforts are worthwhile, so don’t hesitate, don’t be timid, don’t worry again. Confused, bravely break into a butterfly