One evening when I went to the cafeteria for dinner, because we need to swipe our meal cards when eating, we would take out our cards in advance. Therefore, I could inadvertently see the card stickers and holders of others. The person in front of me had a card holder with a standing portrait of Maple Yuuki. After a while, the student who took the meal had a card sticker with Xie Lian on it (both of them were male), and then a girl picked up the card with a Weathering With You sticker that had fallen on the ground.
Although I haven't been going to the library to work one day a week for the past two years, I still help the librarian put away and borrow books when I'm in a good mood. When we borrow books from the library, we also need to show our meal cards. At this time, I can see other people's card holders and card stickers, some with Xiao Zhan, some with Hua Cheng, and some with Shinomiya. Thinking back to a few weeks ago when I put the Xie Lian 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. They originate from reality but are higher than reality, embodying our values and aspirations, our ideal selves. This is not wrong in itself, but going crazy buying merchandise for it, obsessively calling someone "husband" or "wife," seems a bit excessive.
Some emotional things should not be viewed from a rational perspective. It can either be pleasing or cloud one's judgment. When emotions are excessive, 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, and we have to face reality, which is a fact of life 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 strikes them.
Ending with a poem I recently wrote:
Self-proclaimed by the master, palace swallows perched on the shoulder, Wang Xie's hall has many travelers. The prelude sounds the call to arms, wine follows by the side, carrying a single-edged sword, walking barefoot.
Picking up leaves to play, the wanderer stays in the desolate waves, the moon sets and the empty spirit sees the crow crying. Drifting with the wind, already drunk, stars reflect in the calm river water flowing on its own.