The most typical example is that what reason always thinks is the past is actually not the past.
In fact, just like the souls of those who have passed away in countless generations out there, every moment in our lives, once they have passed, meaning they have died, will be hidden in an object. Time will be imprisoned by that object forever, at least until we accidentally meet that object again. Thanks to that object, we can recognize the past, we call it by name, burst into it and so the emotions that have been there for a long time are released, we live again as intensely as before. However, there are objects - or feelings - because we recognize objects through feelings - that will never be met again in life. That is why there are periods of time in our lives that will never be revived, never return. Because, that object may be so small that it disappears in this life, so we have too little chance to meet it again!
Like the character Anton was irritable in "Ratatouille". Surely everyone has special memories of childhood summers, each of us sometimes thinks about those summer days, but unfortunately, they are not real. Memories of childhood summers may have been lost forever. But they came back to Anton, through a coincidence, like all other resurrections. One evening, by chance, in a restaurant that Anton once despised, a waiter dared to bring him a plate of vegetable stew - cheap country food not worth paying attention to. But when he put the first bite in his mouth, when the flavors of the stew began to melt in his palate, Anton suddenly felt confused, he recognized the smell of eggplant, of zucchini, of tomatoes, a feeling filled with strange light and happiness; Anton was stunned, dropping his prized pen, as if he were afraid that even the slightest movement would stop what was happening inside Anton - the image of his mother comforting the skinny boy when he was bullied and comforting him with a bowl of ordinary vegetable stew. And so Anton, from a grumpy character, suddenly became attached to the soft little pieces of vegetables as if working miracles, and at that moment, the curtain that had been shaking over his memory suddenly opened wide and summer days in the countryside flooded into Anton's mind along with the summer twilights, followed by a series of happy days. The taste of the vegetable stew had become a refuge for the past, for dead time - dead to Anton's iron mind; surely the poor old man would never have been able to find it again, if it had not been for the rat Remy who had cooked him a vegetable stew that could revive the past through a magical agreement that Anton himself did not know about. That miracle saved Anton from the sadness that had always haunted him without him even knowing it.
The above story is just an example that shows that sometimes we don't need to force ourselves to think about a certain positive direction in life, or when we are most desperate, we always have to think openly, that is reason and reason can control everything except emotions.
How many times, while walking on the road with my family, I suddenly stopped, asking permission to go alone for a moment, to take a separate path with many trees or empty space in front of me. But in vain, I just tried in vain to concentrate on remembering that scene, gathering all my strength to chase the past, and then, opening my eyes quickly to try to see the surrounding scenery as I saw it for the first time. I recognized their shapes and positions; their lines seemed to be drawn from a mysterious picture that I loved, stirring in my mind. But I could not remember anything more; the innocence and enthusiasm themselves seemed to want to express in words their regret for not being able to show me the secret that they clearly felt I could not solve myself. And at that moment, it was the reason that I felt that the truths that we grasp through reason (especially about our own emotions) seemed unreal. So sitting around blaming or thinking too hard when our emotions are still mixed up will probably get us nowhere.
That is why we should seek out everything that can help us regain our strength, especially when we are exhausted; perhaps that is why the wise, the philosophers, the writers of psychological science books rarely understand us as well as the artists. It is very possible that an evening listening to music at a teahouse in a stuffy space evokes many memories, or makes us think and dream more than a great performance at a grand theater, or a large-scale live show. The name of a certain street - or the streets where in our imagination we often like to go down on an autumn afternoon, when the trees have shed their leaves and the fragrant air is clear. Or a strange book that we have never heard of, to us, is more precious than anything we have ever read, simply because that book once existed somewhere in this barren soul, hidden in some optimistic memory of the past... all just waiting for us to dig it up again.
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Picture source:
Crouching Woman - Picasso
Pamono Flowering Tree - Lebadang
Couple with Their Heads Full of Clouds - Salvador Dalí
