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But, it's so lonely! A hero that no one knows, no one will know about your efforts to protect them, this so-called hero may still be ridiculed, he will be insulted, and he will not get the treatment that a hero deserves. So what exactly is the hero doing for it?

No one knows about your danger, no one knows about the sacrifices you've made for it, they don't thank you, and they don't even have a trace of you in their lives.

Is this a hero what I want to be? Silently pay, and then silently die.

Who can be so great?

This question bothers me, like a heavy mass piling up in my head, and I feel pain when I think about it.

I can only think about the other issue that bothers me and makes me miserable, my relationship with my mother.

My confrontation and my ignorance are all proof of my unfilial piety, and I am a rebel who is scolded by everyone and makes his mother feel painful. I deserved to be scolded because I was disobedient and always made my mother angry, so I was wrong.

But why didn't anyone come to understand my pain, why I couldn't pursue what I loved, why did I have to choose the path that my mother chose for me? I was deprived of the beautiful childhood that should belong to me by her strict teaching from childhood to adulthood, and I spent almost all my life in reading and teaching day after day, because I am the child of a teacher, because I am the child of a single mother, so I have to work harder, I must have superior grades, I must surpass others, so that I can be worthy of my mother. Because she worked very hard, she had to raise me alone, and she had to shoulder all the responsibilities of the original two people on herself, so my mother was great, and I was sinful.

What kind of logic is this?

Why does this society give me so much moral opinion? Why did they put this noose on me?

Because my mother raised me very hard, I should repay it with my studies and grades. Everything my mother did was to love me, and it was a manifestation of her desire for her son to become a Chan, and I should understand it.

And everything about me, my rebellion, my resistance, my dissatisfaction with the pressure piled up on my shoulders, my despair of life, are all caused by my unfilial piety. Because I don't understand a mother's love, because I'm selfish, because I'm a bad boy, that's why I do it.

Why?

I want to ask why? How did this robber-like logic come about?

Her love pained me, but I could only bear it silently, because I was her son.

The relationship between people is actually quite simple, if you like this person, you will make friends with this person, you have many similarities, you will become a good confidant. You don't like a person, and you can always refrain from associating with him. Relationships between friends are like that, I can do whatever I like.

But why is family affection like this? Family affection is one of the most domineering rules in the world, which can forcibly connect several people with completely different temperaments and call them family, the closest family members in the world.

Even if you hate your family, you have to endure it. You can't play with your little temperament here, even if you don't like the character of your family, you can't turn your face against them, you have to live patiently with them, you have to learn to be considerate and learn to be tolerant. Two different individuals may hate each other, but in order to live together, one of them must make changes, and it is often the younger one who changes.

Because of the order of respect and inferiority, this so-called traditional virtue is based on the inequality between people, the younger generation should respect the older generation, and the older generation can say a lot of inexplicable precepts to you, whether you are justified or not, you can't talk back, you must put on a mask, stupidly nod in agreement. Because this is politeness, and if you don't follow it, you are disrespectful to your elders and unethical. Even if he is disrespectful to the old, even if he is a representative of feudal ignorance.

Society needs rules, rules need hierarchy, respect and inferiority, and everyone is equal just a joke. Family members can't be like friends, because you have to pay attention to the so-called dignity and humility, you can't be too open in front of your family, you can fight with your friends and talk nonsense, but you can't do this to your parents, otherwise it will be disrespectful to them.

I know that I can't say this to people, and it would be a big rebellion to say it, because I am free from the shackles of social rules and traditional ethics, and I am an alien, so I will be criticized.

Stupid society, stupid people.

I can't choose my own parents, and my parents can't choose their own children, I made my mother's heart ache, I was not the perfect child in her mind, so she used her authority, used her motherhood to suppress me, and wanted to force me to become the perfect child in her mind. But I couldn't force her to become the perfect parent in my mind.

You see, the rules of this society are so unreasonable.

She oppressed me with her love, I tortured her with my willfulness, we were implicated by blood, there was a twisted love between us, but this twisted love led to distorted pain, I was in pain, and she was in pain.

Why bother?

But can I choose?

Can I leave?

The source of this pain gave me the mentality of running away, and I resented my fate, my life. I don't blame my mother for this, she just gave birth to me wrongly, maybe if there is another child, she and her child will be happy. What I hate is this ordinary world, and it is this ordinary world that allows this fixed morality to be imposed on me. I can't destroy it, then all I can do is stay away from it.

I'm not a hero, I don't do it because I want to be a hero, I'm just here to ...... Escape from this ordinary world that makes me hopeless.