One evening when I went to the cafeteria to eat, because we need to swipe our meal cards when we eat, I would take out my card in advance, so I could inadvertently see other people's card stickers and card holders. The person in front of me had a card holder with a standing painting of Maple Origin Wan Ye, and after a while, the student who took the meal with me put away the card with the sticker of Xiao (both of those students were male), then a girl picked up the card with the sticker of Weathering With You that fell on the ground.
Although I haven't been going to the library to work one day a week for the past two years, when I'm in a good mood, I still help the librarian put away and borrow books. When we borrow books from the library, we also need to show our meal cards, and then I can see other people's card holders and card stickers, some have Noctis, some have Kurosaki Ichigo. I remembered a few weeks ago when I put the Xiao sticker I snatched from a classmate on my school uniform, why wouldn't I be in the holder as well?
During psychology class, the teacher asked us to choose six values from many and then gradually eliminate them, leaving only three. In this process, I thought: It is very difficult for a person to be at ease, indifferent, and inspiring at the same time, and the characters created by people in games are idealized. It comes from reality but is higher than reality, carrying our values and pursuits, it is our ideal self. This is not wrong, but going crazy buying peripherals for it, obsessively calling "husband" or "wife," is a bit excessive.
Some emotional things should not be viewed from a rational perspective. It can either bring joy or cloud the mind. Excessive emotion, where is the self?
We often enter the ideal world set up by ourselves or others, but reality will pull us back from the ideal world. In "Moonlight Over the Lotus Pond," Zhu Ziqing night-walked by the lotus pond, as if entering a dream, everything was idealized, but the lights outside the lotus pond brought him back to the real world. Games are the same, the joy and excitement they bring make us more willing to stay in this idealized world and escape reality. The poems immersed in their own world are the same, when the person involved and we who read the poem look at reality, there is a noticeable gap. Life is not ideal, not perfect, we have to face reality, which is reality itself.
Nietzsche once said, heroes are those who recognize the truth of life and choose to continue moving forward. They have a lonely soul, and they maintain a passion for life that beats them.
Ending with a poem I recently wrote:
Self-proclaimed by the master, swallows perched on the shoulders, Wang Xie's hall has many travelers. The prelude to the war, a cup of wine by the side, carrying a single knife, walking barefoot.
Picking up leaves to play, the wanderer stays in the wild waves, the moon sets and the empty spirit sees the crow cry. Drifting with the wind, already drunk, stars reflect in the calm river water flowing on its own.