Such stories make us think about what we should do in similar situations. As mortals, what should we do, experience and associate in the last few hours of our lives? Looking back, what happiness and regret should we find?
Sometimes I think it's a good habit to live every day as if I were going to die tomorrow. This attitude will highlight the value of life. We should spend every day with a gentle, energetic and keen appreciation, and when time continues to show more days, months and years in front of us, we often lose these. Of course, some people will follow the hedonistic motto "Eat, drink and be merry", but most people will be tortured by the inevitability of imminent death.
In stories, the doomed hero is usually saved by some luck at the last minute, but his values almost always change. He became more appreciative of the meaning of life and its eternal spiritual value. People often notice that those who live or have lived in the shadow of death have a soft sweetness in everything they do.
However, most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we will die, but usually we imagine that day is far away. When we are healthy, death is almost unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch in endless vistas. So we are so busy with trifles that we hardly realize our indifference to life.
I'm afraid the same indifference exists in the use of all our senses and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, and only the blind realize the benefits of vision. This observation is especially applicable to those who have lost their sight and hearing as adults. But those who have never suffered from sight or hearing impairment seldom make full use of these talents. Their eyes and ears vaguely accept all the sights and sounds, without concentration or appreciation. This is an old story: we don't know how to cherish what we have until we lose it, and we don't realize our health until we get sick.
I often think that it would be a blessing if everyone was blind and deaf for a few days at some point in early adulthood. Darkness will make him cherish his eyesight more; Silence will make him feel the joy of sound.
I test my sighted friends from time to time to see what they can see. Recently, a very good friend of mine came to see me. She just came back from a walk in the forest. I asked her what she saw .. "Nothing special," she replied. If I hadn't been used to such an answer, I might not have believed it, because I was convinced a long time ago that people with vision saw very little.
I asked myself, how is it possible to walk in the forest for an hour without seeing anything worth noting? I, an invisible person, can find hundreds of things that interest me just by touching. I feel the subtle symmetry of a leaf. I caressed smooth birch bark or rough pine bark with my hands. In spring, I touch branches hopefully, looking for buds, which is the first sign that nature wakes up after hibernation. I feel the pleasant velvety texture of the flower and find its extraordinary curl; Some miracles of nature were presented to me. Occasionally, if I am very lucky, I put my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a singing bird. I am glad to let the cool stream flow through my open fingers. For me, lush pine needle carpets or soft grass are more popular than the most luxurious Persian carpets. For me, The Ant in the Fourth Season is an exciting and endless drama, and its plot flows through my fingertips.
Sometimes my heart longs to see all these things. If I can get so much happiness just by touching, then vision will show more beauty. However, those with eyes obviously can't see anything. The panorama full of colors and activities in the world is taken for granted. Perhaps, it is human nature to seldom appreciate what we have and long for what we don't have, but it is a great pity that in the bright world, the gift of vision is only used as a convenience, not as a means to enrich life.
If I were the president of a university, I would offer a compulsory course "How to use your eyes". The professor will try to show his students how to add happiness to their lives by really seeing things that are ignored in front of them. He will try to awaken their sleeping and dull senses.
Maybe I can better illustrate this point by imagining what I want to see most, if I can use my eyes, for example, for only three days. When I am imagining, suppose you are also thinking about this question: If you only have three days to see, how will you use your own eyes? If the darkness of the third night comes and you know that the sun will never rise for you again, how will you spend these precious three days? Where do you want your eyes to stay most?
Naturally, what I want to see most is what has become precious to me in my dark years. You will also want to keep your eyes on things that have become precious to you, so that you can bring their memories into the night that approaches you.
If, by some miracle, I am given three days of light and then fall into darkness, I will divide this time into three parts.
We have all read some exciting stories, in which the hero only lives for a limited and specific time, sometimes as long as a year, and sometimes as short as 24 hours. However, it is always interesting to find that those who are doomed to die are those who have freedom of choice, not those who have been sentenced to death and their activities are strictly restricted.
Such stories make us think about what we should do in similar situations. As mortals, what events, experiences and contacts should we arrange in those last few hours? Looking back, what kind of happiness should we find? What regret?
Sometimes I think it is a very good habit to live every day, as if we were going to die tomorrow. This attitude clearly emphasizes the value of life. We should spend every day gracefully, energetically and with fun. As time goes by, these are often lost in the days and years when we often look forward to the future. Of course, some people are willing to live according to Epicurus' creed of "eat, drink and be merry". Epicurus was an ancient Greek philosopher. He believes that the theme of life is happiness, and the highest enjoyment can only be achieved through a reasonable life, such as self-control. Epicurus' followers are now hedonists because they overemphasize the purpose of enjoying life and neglect the means to achieve it. Their creed is: "Let's eat and drink, because tomorrow we will die"), but most people are still tortured by the inevitability of impending death.
In the story, the doomed hero is often saved by some sudden change of fate at the last minute, but almost always his values are changed. They become more appreciative of the meaning of life and its eternal spiritual value. It can often be seen that people who live or have lived in the shadow of death endow everything they do with fragrance and sweetness.
However, most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we will die, but usually we imagine that day in the distant future. When we are relaxed and healthy, death is almost unimaginable, and we seldom think about it. Time stretches in endless prospects, so we do trivial things and hardly realize our boredom with life.
I'm afraid laziness with fatigue has also become a feature of using all our instincts and feelings. Only the deaf cherish hearing, and only the blind appreciate the joy of seeing. This conclusion is especially suitable for those who have lost their sight and hearing in adulthood, while those who have never suffered from sight or hearing impairment rarely make full use of these god-given faculties. They look around vaguely, listen to all the voices, have no focus, and can't appreciate them. It is still an old saying that we don't cherish all our faculties until we lose them, and we don't realize our health until we get sick.
I often think that it would be a blessing if everyone was blind and deaf for a period of time in early adulthood. Darkness will make him cherish his vision more, and silence will teach him to enjoy the sound.
I have asked my friends who can see from time to time to see what they see. Recently, a very good friend of mine visited me. She just came back from a walk in the forest. I asked her what she saw, and she replied, "Nothing special." If I am not used to hearing such an answer, I may not believe it, because I have always believed that those who can see can't see anything for a long time.
I walked alone in the Woods for an hour. How could I not see anything worth noting? I myself, a person who can't see things, found a lot of things that interested me just by feeling. I feel the perfect symmetry of a leaf. I fondly touch the smooth bark of birch or the rough bark of pine. In spring, I touch the branches of the trunk, looking for buds hopefully, which is the first sign that nature wakes up after sleeping in winter. I touched the pleasant velvet texture of the flower and felt its wonderful entanglement. Someone showed me some natural wonders. Sometimes, if I am lucky, I can put my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy trembling of a singing bird. I am very happy to let the cold water of a stream flow through my open fingers. For me, thick pine needle carpets or soft and elastic grass are more popular than the most luxurious Persian carpets. For me, the spectacular and gorgeous display of the four seasons is an exciting and endless drama. The performance of this play poured out through my fingertips.
Sometimes, because I am eager to see all this, my heart cries. If I can feel so much happiness only by touch, how many beautiful things should my vision show. And those who can see, obviously see very little, and the scenes full of color and action in the world are taken for granted. Perhaps this is a common feature of human nature; We don't cherish what we have, but we long for what we don't have. However, it is a great pity that in the bright world, the gift of vision is only used as a convenience, not a means to increase the happiness of life.
If I were the president of a university, I would offer a compulsory course "How to use your eyes". The professor of this course should try to show his students how to add fun to their lives by seeing things passing in front of them. Professors should try to awaken their talent for sleeping and laziness.
Maybe, if I use my eyes, say, just for three days, I can explain this problem well with what I imagine I like to see best. Besides, when I imagine, imagine that you are thinking about this problem. If you only have a little more than 3 days to see things, how should you use your eyes? If you face the darkness of the coming third night and know that the sun will never rise for you, how will you spend these precious three days? What do you want to see most?
Of course, I will most want to see what has become precious to me in my dark years, and you will also want to keep staring at what has become precious to you. In this way, when you enter the long night ahead, you can remember them forever.
If by some miracle, I can see for three days, and then I fall into darkness, I should divide this time into three parts.