Why does life need poetry and distance?

I remember a time in Walking into Thin Air, my friends backstage greeted me affectionately every day: "Where have you been?"

I think traveling is the greatest pleasure in life. Fantasy adventure is the best relief after tedious work. Once you get to your destination, it's even more exciting to eat and buy in buy buy. Meeting different scenery and different human feelings is the meaning of travel. But many people often ignore that traveling is not only a kind of hope, but also an escape, and it has a deeper taste.

At this time last year, I took a Bosphorus cruise ship, braving the wind and waves under a gloomy sky, and sometimes seabirds circled around me. Along the coast are ancient palaces and aristocratic mansions. Apart from Pamuk's so-called sadness, I feel that time is eternal, but you and I can't be eternal in time. No matter how much you value yourself, it is just a bright spot in historical large-scale time-lapse photography.

This year, in Switzerland, I picked a sunny evening and took a small train to the cold town of Lechigen. Under the setting sun, the bright blue Lake Thun is calm without waves, and the mountains on the other side are lush, even without words, there is understanding. There are only two people in the world, me and my family leader, and even minutes seem to have stopped.

The reason is that high school has already learned: "if we look at our own changes, heaven and earth can't be instantaneous;" From its constant point of view, things are infinite. " But only after experiencing the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can we truly appreciate the endless concealment of the creator. My son and I are so magnificent and approachable.

The reality is so busy that we are more afraid of the emptiness in the interval. Life is too depressing, and rare happiness always seems scary. Entanglement with superiors, disagreement with colleagues, getting along with family members, and being on and off with friends often inadvertently magnify themselves. Long-term depression is my grievance. My long-cherished wish has come true, which is my excitement. Being humiliated for no reason is my anger. A mediocre life is my pain.

And travel is just one of the ways to break self-discipline.

In the Louvre, Orsay Museum and Pompidou Art Center, Leonardo da Vinci, Angel Delacroix, Van Gogh, Monet and Picasso lying in picture books suddenly communicate with you through the original works. The peak of human art and wisdom stood in front of us and immediately saw the bondage of the ego.

Get on the winding mountain train in Zermatt, then walk to the lake, and you will see the magnificence of Matterhorn. When the clouds dispersed, the wind subsided, and the reflection appeared quietly, there was a layer of Shu Lang besides consternation. Few miracles can be shaken by human power, but there are many miracles that life can witness.

The essence of travel is to experience extraordinary choices in limited time and space. It's not all revolving restaurants surrounded by snowy peaks and snow-capped mountains, beaches and casinos on the blue coast, or swans and ducks by the river in the town. It will also include disappointment and helplessness, such as Galeries Lafayette's Chinese broadcast and noisy local accent, such as Mona Lisa's expression of life in front of hundreds of tourists taking pictures.

But all these remind us that "I" is not important, "I" is just a speck in the world. To the extent that you can understand the outside world, you can understand yourself.

I saw yachts for sale in Monaco, and the starting price was tens of millions of euros. I joked with the leader that life is not only the immediate thing, but also the money that can't be earned and the distant place that can't be gone after death.

However, there is one thing that hits people directly. The triviality of daily life makes self-consciousness expand infinitely and hinders the vision of cognitive world. Poetry and distance only highlight their own smallness. Only when you know that you are weak, will you know how to live humbly, work hard for the future, stop complaining, look forward, and love the limited 30 thousand days of life as the end.

What those poems and the distance have taught me is that I understand my own smallness, and all the moments at present are no longer wasted.

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