mtl008 Chapter 236: Vicissitudes
Chapter 236: Vicissitudes
This sigh seemed to come from the long river of time, and the sound seemed to carry the accumulation of thousands of years. It contained endless vicissitudes and helplessness, like the emotion of an old man who had experienced many things and looked back on the past.
It's like a gentle breeze, silently passing through our hearts. Yet, even this gentle touch, like a delicate chisel, leaves indelible marks, deep or shallow, on the strings of our souls. Some of these marks are like faint water marks, fleeting; others, like deep ravines, remain forever in our hearts, stirring ripples in our hearts every time we recall them.
Each note seems to flow from the depths of the soul, carrying with it endless stories and emotions. These notes didn't emerge from thin air, but were born through countless long, dark nights of torture and suffering. The pain is like being burned by flames or pierced by ice; the struggle is like being trapped in a quagmire, the more you try to break free, the deeper you sink. It's like an invisible force, tightly gripping the heart, making it impossible to breathe, and even more difficult to accurately describe its existence with pale words.
This sigh seemed to echo from the endless abyss, the pressure it carried like a towering mountain, piercing the sky. It was immense, majestic, and felt like the heaviest existence in the world.
The mountain looms before us, its height forbidding, shrouded in mist and clouds, adding a touch of mystery. Its steep, rugged sides, crammed with jagged rocks, resemble a sleeping beast poised to awaken and unleash its incredible power.
As the weight of the mountain bears down, breathing becomes difficult, as if a thousand-pound burden weighs down the chest, making it difficult to breathe. Every breath feels labored, as if the very air itself has become heavy and stagnant. This heaviness not only affects the body but also penetrates deeply into the soul, leaving one feeling an indescribable oppression.
It wasn't formed overnight, but rather stemmed from the seemingly insignificant details of everyday life. These petrifying stones are like countless tiny snowflakes, initially scattered and falling, but over time, they accumulate and pile up, gradually forming a small snowball. And this small snowball doesn't stop there; instead, it continues rolling along the trajectory of life, constantly absorbing more snowflakes and debris along the way. In this way, it grows larger and larger, its volume increasing at an astonishing rate, as if possessing endless power.
Finally, one day, when people look back, they realize that the once insignificant snowball has transformed into a huge snow mountain, weighing heavily on their hearts. The pressure brought by this "snow mountain" feels suffocating, and they want to remove it but are powerless because it has taken deep root in their hearts, becoming a heavy burden that is difficult to get rid of no matter what.
Those deep, buried sorrows are like seeds mercilessly buried in endless darkness. Lonely and silent, they lie dormant, silently waiting for the warm sunlight to penetrate the gloom and shine upon them; at the same time, they eagerly hope for the crystal-clear rain to fall from the sky and gently moisten their parched bodies. These sorrows are like long-dormant lives, longing to be awakened and nurtured, hoping that one day they will break through the earth and bloom with their own splendor. However, reality often forces them to continue struggling in the darkness, silently enduring the pain and helplessness that no one else knows.
They are like seeds buried deep underground, eager to break through the thick soil, emerge, and pour out to the world the grievances and sorrows that have been pent up deep in their hearts for a long time. However, every time they muster the courage to open their mouths, the myriad and complicated difficulties surge into their hearts like a tide, making them instantly lose the ability to express themselves.
These grievances are like a tangled mess, impossible to untangle. They contain endless pain, helplessness, and deep despair, the depths of which cannot be fully expressed in a few words. Even if one searches for the right words to describe them, they find that any language is so pale and powerless at this moment, unable to accurately convey the weight of the emotions. So, they can only continue to endure in silence, burying all the grievances and sorrow deep in their hearts, hoping that one day they will find a suitable way to express it all.
Yet, the unbearable burden, like an invisible chain from the depths of hell, silently yet indestructibly entwines the human soul. Like a cold and merciless demon, it grips the very throat of life, suffocating it, as if every breath demands immense effort. These chains not only constrain the body's freedom but also dig deep into the soul, imprisoning the spirit. No matter how hard one struggles or resists, one cannot escape its clutches, only sinking deeper and deeper into pain and despair.
No matter how desperately he twisted his body, no matter how hard he struggled, it felt like he was being held tightly by an invisible hand, completely unable to escape the powerful force's hold. Every struggle was futile, only making him feel more exhausted and desperate. It was as if this restraint had become one with him, a chasm that could never be crossed.
This heavy burden stems not simply from the external world's ardent expectations and obligations; more crucially, it's rooted deep within a relentless inner questioning of one's own worth and an unsettling restlessness. This inner doubt hangs like a lingering haze, constantly obscuring the inner sky, obscuring one's true abilities and potential. It also acts as an invisible shackle, tightly restraining progress and causing hesitation and difficulty in pursuing one's dreams. In the quiet of the night, these questions about self-worth surge like a tide, constantly battering fragile psychological defenses and leaving one tossing and turning, unable to sleep.