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Night Terror

In the gentle embrace of each new dawn, I find a serene joy. It's as if I journey back from a distant realm – my dream world – into the crisp freshness of reality. Upon awakening, a brief amnesia cloaks my mind, sparing me, for a moment, from life's mundane intricacies. In this fleeting interlude, a tender gratitude for life's gift – the simple act of being and returning – brushes my consciousness. Fatigue dissolves into the ether, and each day unfurls before me like an uncharted adventure, imbuing me with a renewed zest to embrace it all anew. Yet, as much as the bliss of sound sleep enchants me, I grapple with the act of surrendering to slumber. My reluctance stems not from a restless mind, but a trepidation of the dream world's capricious nature. Freud whispers of dreams as windows to our deepest, unspoken desires. Neuroscientists ponder over dreams as mysterious cerebral activities, their secrets still largely veiled. And though abnormal psychology speaks of night t...

Social Media Is...

Social media is like a competitive game where we vie for attention through likes, shares, and comments. It's a delicate dance between seeking fame and maintaining authenticity, leading us to post a mix of positive and negative stories. During a visit to a picturesque garden with a friend, we took several beautiful photos. I was thrilled, anticipating the reactions of my Facebook friends once I shared these images. I was already imagining their comments and likes when I paused, phone in hand, staring at my reflection in the black screen. A sudden realization hit me: I was subconsciously guessing others' reactions and striving to present an idealized version of myself. "What's the point of posting these pictures?" I wondered. "Do they lose their meaning if they're not seen or liked by others?" I struggled to find a satisfying answer. The idea that 'I post, therefore I am' had subtly infiltrated my thoughts. While I intended to share these momen...

风中的纸屑

写于2015年7月27日  周国平说,“在我的天空中,一定有许多这样写着几个字的小纸片,我只是抓住了其中的一小部分罢了。真正说来,思想恰如风中的纸屑,其中有一些落在了幸运的手上,大部分都随风飘散了。”     在我的天空中,亦是如此。那么现在,我将有幸抓住的一些细碎纸屑的内容,整理在此处。社交网络上,大部分的人是浮躁的,文章此处,想看的人便看,说不定能有个什么共鸣产生于你我之中。若有反对的碰撞,也请告知我吧! 一、2015年3月28日 日记 对自己说的话 1. 关于人生意义与价值,以及事物实质的好坏,是可以主观也应当主观的。比如说,生命客观的遭遇不那么重要,心理上的感受更重要。一件被社会规范和大多数人定性为坏的事情不一定对你真正坏,好也不一定对你真正好。 另外,大部分的痛苦来源于思考的局限性。     关于主观性比较生动的一点解释:【之前在自习的时候,两个基督教的学生来找我搭话,传教。听完他们讲了很多,我缓缓开口,说:“你信教,我不信教,就像你喜欢红色,我喜欢绿色。我们各自看法不同,但同时尊重对方的选择。为什么生命一定要具有某种意义(达成神的期望的意义)?我认为生命的出现只是一种自然进程的产物。” 我随手拿起一支笔,松手,它掉在地上,两个传教的学生怔怔地看着我,“这支笔掉落了,事情就这样发生了,但这件事是有意义的吗?有谁又会费心地给每件如此微不足道的事情寻找意义呢?一个细菌是一个生命,它产生了,死亡了,有谁会给它的生命寻求意义吗?那为什么人的一生比它更有意义呢?我们和细菌不同的是,作为更复杂的生命体,我们有思考的能力,这种能力驱使我们去给每件发生的事寻找理由、原因、意义,但不代表那些事情本身具有这些东西。我认为自己的生命没有任何客观的意义,我接受这个事实,因为它同时也说明意义是主观赋予的。” 传教的学生匆匆留下了他们的联系方式,离开了。】 2. 主观性很重要,但他人意见要耐心听取。即使当时不认同也不必直接反驳,也不要因为太相信一个外人的判断而忽略对自身的了解去照做。听取意见很重要,但是去真正心理上接受、消化它,是一个主观性并且需要独立完成的过程。这也就是为什么你常常以为自己懂得了一些道理,却无法应用、联系。 或许在未来的某一个点,在某个事件发生后,你会突然理解他人意见真正的含义,并懂得他...

生命的荒谬

写于2015年6月4日. 美国作家华莱士曾在一篇文章中写道“两条鱼在河里相遇,一条鱼问另一条鱼:‘今天的水温如何?’另一条鱼回道:‘水是什么东西?’”同理,生活在复杂的社会框架中,人们对于最普遍、最主导的社会观念与社会现实常常是最无知的,因为他们已经将之视为理所当然,而纵观历史,任何一次进步性的思想解放,都要求人们去察觉到、并勇敢地质疑已成传统的社会现实。“女性只应相夫教子”、“穷人之所以穷是因为懒惰”、“同性恋是一种违反自然规律的现象”、“残疾人是一种异类的存在,社会不需要被改善去满足他们的需求”…这些至今广泛的说法,实际上蒙蔽了大多数的人的双眼,使他们无法察觉到整个社会的价值体系其实被权力机制控制,“好与不好”、“正常与异类”的概念通常由层级顶端的群体(男性、富人、异性恋、健全人)所定义,因为他们更有施加影响的能力,而这种定义的行为本身旨在维持自身的利益与现存的层级框架。通过在哲学中关于“自由意志”的学习,我成为了一个决定论者,并更加感到,即使是对于罪犯,隔离、教育、与重塑是比折磨、严惩更合理的做法。 我认为每个人都理应被给予尊重与平等的考虑,现实不是如此,是因为权力机制还在实施影响,更可怕的是,当偏见成为社会规范,处于特权地位的人往往都意识不到自己的特权(英文为privilege,或许翻译为“有利地位”更为合适,但我还是直译为“特权”)。 要实现平等,首先要从特权地位的人意识到、并承认自己的特权开始。许多时候,一个人处于层级框架的哪个位置,是自我无法决定的,是不被主观控制的。一个人的性格、境遇、发展状况,要么受与生俱来的基因所控制,要么被身处的环境所影响。然而无论是基因还是环境,人都没有太多决定的余地,而人们却无时无刻不用所处的“位置”来评判一个人——这是我所认为的“生命的荒谬性”。我能意识到自己的特权(没有残疾、无疾病缠身、正常智力水平等)、并且敢于承认它,但由于所生长的环境中,人们的所处位置或多或少都与我的相似,视野仍然是狭隘的。我怀有强烈的好奇心,去和非常不同的人交流。即使因为三观的差异谈话或许无法顺畅地进行下去,但我仍好奇于这些观点产生的原因、并乐于倾听他们的声音——只有这样,那被特权所蒙蔽的双眼才能看得更广阔与清晰、我才能从自我世界的狭隘中被解放出来。

Weird Dream

5/6/2016 I had a weird dream. In it, people from every stage of my life converged in one building – a sleek, modern, multi-story structure of glass. My middle school classmates, high school peers, and college friends were all there. Notably absent, however, were my parents and boyfriend, the ones closest to me in reality. Everyone was scattered across various parts of the building, mingling seemingly at random. In my dream, it seemed natural that they all knew or were willing to know each other. Yet, there was an underlying sense that we were all on the brink of parting ways. The nature of this 'leaving' was ambiguous – it wasn't clear if we were departing from this world or simply embarking on divergent paths that wouldn't cross again. This feeling of imminent departure cast a pall of sadness over the dream, a sensation I still vividly recall. A prominent figure in my dream was my middle school deskmate, as we say in Chinese. He was slightly overweight and introver...