The Greatest Showman - Chapter 2107

[2071 my original intention]

Dale stood there, watching Renly’s car move away, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, “He’s such a good boy.”

Not because of this gift, but because of his eyes and smile. Pure sincerity, that doesn’t lie.

It reminded Dale of the first time he saw the big screen in a movie theater –

even if all white people hated them, even if they were shoved into the corners of society like rats, even if they had no dignity at all There is no freedom, even if their lives are in danger all the time, even if their existence is despised and ignored by the whole society… But as long as the movie starts to play, his dream and his world begin, and the rest are no longer important.

At that moment, he was convinced that he was alive, that there was still beauty and dreams in the world, and that the future existed.

In the blink of an eye, half a century has passed, and his “confidence” has all come true.

At this time, he will feel that he is lucky. Although he has endured countless difficulties and sufferings, although he has experienced countless sufferings and tortures, he is still lucky.

Is not it?

After a turn, Renly’s car disappeared at the end of his field of vision, but Dale still didn’t take his eyes back. It wasn’t until all the noises disappeared.

Dale turned around and walked towards his seat. After sitting slowly, he opened the letterhead in his hand, which was densely covered with text. He had to look through his shirt pocket to find the reading glasses and put them on his nose. However, the handwriting was still a little unclear, so I pulled the reading glasses out again, so that I could recognize the handsome handwriting.

“Dear Dale,

thank you for our short conversation, once again let me feel the so-called true ‘love’, which has nothing to do with age, gender, class, nationality and race, etc. It has nothing to do with the object of interest, just It’s just about sincerity. Every sincere heart is worthy of praise.

Just like the sun, like the ocean, like a forest, like a glacier… These are gifts from nature, and the sincere heart is also a gift from life, reminding us all the time: There is no right answer to meaning, only one’s own interpretation and interpretation, only one’s own answer, neither copy nor plagiarism, this is one’s own little secret.

I like your answer.

So, I have prepared a small gift for you, I hope you will always be happy.

Notes,

If interested, in a year or two, you can ask your kids to search for the name on iTunes or Spotify, and maybe there will be a surprise; I can’t guarantee a time frame, but I guarantee, a gift Always be yours.

”

Below this text, another paragraph was attached.

Dale was a little surprised, he couldn’t tell whether that paragraph was poetry or lines or something else, but he read it carefully.

“Gift to Dale , a man who loves life.

Hello, my original heart (Hello, My-Old-Heart), how are you?

Are you still beating in my chest?

I’ve been worrying, you’ve never moved, almost stopped beating.

Oh, don’t leave me here alone, don’t tell me, we’ve grown up, we’ve been in love briefly; oh, I don’t want to be alone, I want to find a home, I want to share with you.

Hello, my original intention, time has been so long since we waved goodbye; every day a stone is piled up, on the city wall forged for you, to ensure that you are still safe.

Oh, don’t leave me here alone, don’t tell me, we’ve grown up, we’ve been in love briefly; oh, I don’t want to be alone, I want to find a home, I want to share with you.

Hello, my original intention, whether it is safe or not, how to put on the shackles.

Please don’t worry, it’s safe inside, you don’t beat, but you never break.

There is no such thing as eternity, some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you release your original intention again.

Until…you re-release your original intention.

Hello, my original intention.

”

Carefully and earnestly, Dale read it over and over again and again, and then he couldn’t help but read it softly, word by word, a little slowly, a little dull, but he slowly felt the words in The beating between lips and teeth is as simple and timeless as a poem of the same que.

Reading, reading… Dale’s eyes became wet, “How are you, my original intention”, it is such a simple and light greeting, but it makes the tip of the tongue full of flavors, and I can’t find an accurate one. I just couldn’t help laughing, and then I couldn’t help crying.

His friends always say that he is a lunatic, a lunatic who doesn’t know what to say, likes some weird movies, or watches superhero movies like young people, and even can only live and eat, but always It is because he likes to go to the cinema to watch meaningless movies, fiddle with trivial matters that do not match his age, and pursue the arts that only young literary and artistic people in big cities will like, so he is out of touch with society.

His friends always said he was an outsider, black people should like jazz and soul, get married and have kids at 30, retire and drink at 60, Cincinnati should reject East Coast slurs, poor people should give up Art and life should be down-to-earth, and dreams should belong to the rich… One by one, the shackles are firmly set on them, and then they live step by step.

But who ordered this?

What should be done at what age?

What gender, what race, what class, what culture should we do?

Isn’t this the shackles that those rulers/classes put on them layer by layer?

Why should they follow it?

Who stipulated that life can only have one color and one way?

And who said that death should be accepted calmly before it comes?

Are there rules that must be followed?

But isn’t this his own life?

They don’t know what he cares about, and he doesn’t care about what they care about. He and they are both old and have no energy to hate each other and fight each other. Therefore, he and they accept each other’s differences, ramble, stumbling and stumbling. Support each other, but no longer interfere with each other.

But they couldn’t understand each other.

Although they are friends, they are just friends, and their interests are far from each other. Except for the occasional sitting and drinking a small drink, they can’t talk about it at all. However, he is quite comfortable and immersed in In my own world, I can always find the happiness of small days——

He has already entered the soil half-length, experienced years of isolation, experienced race/ethnic/riot/movement, and experienced natural and man-made disasters. Aren’t movie tickets more economical and more cost-effective than a bottle of beer?

He thought he didn’t care, he thought he could enjoy his life, he thought he could be invulnerable, but at this moment, reading this poem over and over again, he felt a strong heartbeat in his chest again, once again, once again, It hit his chest so hard that he realized that he was still alive.

Dell couldn’t help but leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and muttered softly, “Hello, my original intention.” Then, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly, showing a happy smile , “There is no such thing as eternity, some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer until you re-release your original heart.”

Original Heart (Old-Heart).

Dale’s voice landed on “Old”, dragged out a long, long tail, and then gradually fell into dreamland. In the dream, he dreamed of “Inception”, and he became The male protagonist Cobb, the guy who can implant dreams, he is young again, and he can even fly over the eaves.

Movies always have this kind of magic, in the interlacing of light and shadow, all fantasy is recorded.

Even the most unrealistic, wild and bizarre fantasies seem likely to become reality, and who can refuse a movie?

That afternoon, Dale had a beautiful dream, a long and happy dream; after waking up from his sleep, Dale carefully folded the letter and put it away. Dale never told anyone about this. He didn’t want to tell anyone either:

because it was a dream of his own, and it was his own moment.

Just like Alice in Wonderland, she entered a magical world and saw countless strange things. When she woke up from her sleep, even if she told others, no one would believe her words; but she knew all that. It’s all real.

Real life is always like this: when Alice grows up, she forgets the Mad Hatter; when Christopher-Robin grows up, he forgets Winnie the Pooh; when Mike and Jane grow up , they forget about Mary-Poppins, we just forget the unrealistic fantasies of our childhood, and tell ourselves that this is the price of growing up, but we don’t know it’s lost best self.

Therefore, he is lucky. At the end of his life, he still remembers the pure and sincere self, and he can still see that “wonderland”.

He had a wonderful premonition that that day was a trivial but shining moment in his long life. He saw the truest and freest self, the most beautiful and happiest self, and the easiest and most relaxed self. Cozy himself, he likes moments like that.

It was a secret between him and Renly, and he was stingy about not telling anyone, “Shh.”

Note: Hello, My-Old-Heart—The-Oh-Hellos

[End of this Chapter]