The Cube Sugar In The Coffee Spoon
Reading books often meets the heart. At one point, I saw a metaphor and said, "I'm stiff like sugar in a coffee spoon." I couldn't help but laugh. This is great for me in many situations.
I often feel like cube sugar in a spoon. Examine, for example, under the eyes of the public to accept, checking and evaluation, especially when my fate is up to the judge me at, will increasingly overwhelmed, forgot how to behave themselves, as if neural circuit, mind a blank, intended to show the desire be dashed. Then a lot of friends say why you are so stiff, why can't you relax and treat those who judge you as a bunch of turnip cabbage? I tried hard, but it didn't work. I even followed the advice of the experts to open up eight teeth, smile, take a deep breath, and say to myself: I can do it! But on the stage where the performance was ready, everything changed. Like a machine without power, immediately into a quandary of slow reaction, dull and confused, usually in front of family and friends of the glib and toothache all disappeared.
I reflected on the problem, put myself in a sugar cube, and tried to find out why I was nervous.
Sugar, I think, is agreeable in a sugar cube. With their own kind, they are similar, the same size, and even without precision instruments, it is difficult to judge the difference between this piece and that piece. So the environment makes the sugar feel safe. Pick out but was filled in a spoon of sugar, it is isolated and out of the can drown it environment, lose the collective support it, feel it to be independent in the face of danger completely helpless. A powerful spoon holds its destiny. It is hard not to fear the unknowable future.
I don't like to wait with fear. A pessimist is always accustomed to the tragedy of his own future. I used to talk to my friends about the fact that if I was given a reprieve for breaking the law, I'd rather be forthwith and die than have a mental breakdown in a nervous wait.
I think that the restraint of sugar cubes is because of the inability to grasp the environment, and the extreme fear of its own fate, just like we cannot control our own destiny.
I guessed that when the sugar was in the jar, it was a fluke to escape, because the people were so smug. In the coffee spoon, it must be the fear of the unfortunate bid to be frightened by the fear, even the cry to forget. Formal, yes, what can it be, apart from formality? If it's thrown into a coffee cup, it's the bottom of it. Doesn't it just melt? Is there a worse outcome? Instead, there are heroic and generous generosity. You can even shout to the top of your heart that he is a good man 20 years from now. Be the last and even the only hero in your life. But waiting to be dealt with is terrible, not to hold your breath and listen.
I remember Hitchcock saying that the best gift for him was a beautifully wrapped horror. As the anticipation of the suspense in the days of mediocrities, horror is popular, but I believe that most readers of horror novels do not want the horrors to actually be put into their own lives.
Most people don't have the courage to break the balance and leave the familiar routine. We have been used to the standard sugar in the jar in the general format of the programmed life, in fixed orbit for the ease of self-congratulation. But society always advances in an unbalanced and balanced way. Every break in balance is a revolution. In the unfamiliar environment after the change, we should also have the courage to develop independently. Perhaps there is a miracle behind the crisis, and we may therefore have a chance to win a better tomorrow.
- Sep 11, 2017
- tina
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