Besides, the coldness of my heart and the darkness of my conscience simply made it impossible for me to see their traces. Therefore, although history has taught us a lot and life verses have opened our eyes, I still have difficulty distinguishing the losers from the brave. The boundary between the two is often very thin and vague.
I get lost most of the time because I think of the brave as losers, with pride and the purest sense of self. So, I join the mass currents of blaspheming and criticizing those who are brave. But, on the other hand, sometimes, I often adore and idolize losers and traitors because I think they are warriors and braves.
In a world that is increasingly boisterous with deceit, I feel like I’m walking on a catwalk with hair halved to distinguish between brave warriors and losers and traitors. Only vigilance, sincerity, and a clean heart can penetrate the barrier that separates the brave and the loser in an atmosphere like this.
Illustration: Cui Yongyuan Painting.