My grandmother used to have a cat in the country. What grandpa found on the mountain was a hungry kitten. Grandma couldn't bear to see it, so she took it in and fed it. After a few days, the kitten regained her vitality and her eyes sparkled, but I still don't like cats, especially domestic cats that are not wild. The kitten grows up and is round. Because it is obedient, it is also very likable. It likes sleeping between people's knees and lazily sleeping in the sun. It doesn't have the vitality of a wild cat. I know the rule that animals live in the wild: the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest. And once eliminated, it is the price of life. And it should have been eliminated, but it survived and learned to cater to human beings.
The reason why I don't like cats is probably that I don't like their meekness and coquetry. They cater to human beings with lovely gestures in order to get a good impression. I think, as a pet, it is generally a little pitiful. Although I have no right and no need to express my views on animals, so do people. Everyone has his own disguise, and everyone has his own hypocrisy more or less, which is beyond doubt. Born to be human, it is inevitable that you will be sentimental. Born in the world, you must be a layman. But there is always a limit to camouflage, otherwise even the true self will be lost, and even if you live a life of drunkenness, what's the fun? I don't like being catered to, and I don't like being catered to. Everyone has his own lifestyle and habits. Why condescend to cater to others' likes and accept others' affections? Take part in accidental amusement, up and down perfunctory things, perhaps in secular life can be like a duck to water, but that is to lose the truth and self and live in someone else's world. A person who has lost his personality is also like a cat who has lost its wildness. He is too humble to live in Yan Di. He has gone all his life, but he still lost himself. I don't like cats. Naturally, I admit that I am biased. I don't like some people. Naturally, I admit that I am just a layman, but after all, I forgive myself for living in the WTO.
Like Li Bai's generation, they once wrote poems and articles to cater to the pleasure of the emperor and the joy of the royal family, but why didn't they suffer? Until the last cry: "Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those high-ranking and high-ranking people whose sincere faces will never be seen?" Only when you leave smartly and be yourself will you feel comfortable and carefree. Instead of catering to wealth. It's better to stick to yourself and be complacent. Someone once said: "Kung Fu is outside the book, this knowledge is that knowledge, and perfunctory personnel is the real knowledge." But in my opinion, perfunctory doesn't mean doing things, perfunctory people, condescending to others, settling for second best and living your own life.
The kitten was finally killed by a bobcat, and it was a bit sad at that moment. If it doesn't indulge in a happy life and has claws belonging to wild cats, maybe the ending will be completely different. Even if it is loved by human beings again, at the critical moment of life, human beings will never care about its life or death. Life is not exactly the same as survival. The biggest pain is that there are always people who want to use various reasons to eliminate the jagged polymorphism needed for happiness. We can choose the life we want or decide how to live it. In this case, why not tear off the mask of hypocrisy, jump out of the big circle, and live calmly for yourself and your own personality.