When weak and rebel are aggregated to one figure, that is the resource of a buskin. The sense of fear as well as the ashamed feeling linger in her mind, like two chains, prevent her from doing anything. In one perspective she is afraid of failure, the consequence and the price for rebel, for the mainstream does never allow that happen, her existing space will shrink and even disappear. The danger of crash is obvious. However, if she doesn't do so, the condemn inside her mind will also arise and disturb her from time to time, for she has no time to waste. She exhausted her energies and life in order to satisfy what others want, not for the voice calling her inside her body. Every quiet moment she afflicts herself by those unnecessary mind to other people, but she finds it necessary to herself because that's the most real consideration of her, and she is still not used to deceiving herself like some other people.
In stories and tragedies, the main characters who discard the classics and rebel against orthodoxy die in order to show their discontent towards the strong social forces. However in the real world, most of them choose to keep their present situation instead of sacrifice their lives. There are too many factors arrest them to do something extreme, but inside their hearts those two considerations always torture their conscience, until the moment they stop breathing.That's the price of existence, living sometimes is not real happy, it is really a kind of guilty, although most people comfort themselves that living is pursuing for happiness. They choose to do something seems to be happy, but actually desolate to them, instead of doing something according to their real feeling. It is really tragedy.
People who do not share the same sense of worth with society but have to obey the social rule have been broken their wings. Every one of them have invisible wings at first. Are they angels? At least I think so. They are never normal people, half infatuated and half muddleheaded, but innocent as clouds, no matter how they suffer losses in real world.Their wings are broken, and they can not fly away from this muddy world, they can only stay in front of the deathly still world, as the best funerary objects for those living corpses.
Maybe there's one day they will abandon all they have already obtained from the common customs. Social status, properties, families, and also the relationship with society, which gave them all of those things. Then they enter into the nothingness. People who love them will contribute all their tears, so that their bodies can float up, until they reach the fragrant void. How ideal this condition is!
Life is just a long dream, when we wake up, there's nothing really so important as we have imaged. Angels will finally find their choice is valuable, just at that time they have hesitated for too long.
