Was the constant emphasis on "happiness" trying to cover it up?
This thought that he had never had before made Jason's heart ache because 'happiness' was what he had always wanted. Earning more money, hitting on beautiful women, driving a good car, living in a mansion…
For the sake of this necessary, final judgment like " happiness," he was willing to do anything to distort himself, let alone others, as long as he could get " happiness."
Then, he would push all the sins he had done to the saying that he was in the martial arts world or that he was doing it for survival, and he could spread his hands and pretend to be innocent or even a victim.
In this world, if one couldn't get this " happiness," the so-called " people " were worthless, trash, and losers.
Only this " happiness " could prove a person's value and meaning.
Therefore, people had no choice but to squeeze into this only path-no, it seemed that no one was really driving them-they fought and fought, fighting to the death, regardless of anything, in order to obtain that "happiness", no matter how they forced themselves and others to trample on each other, deceive, lick, and harm each other... It didn't matter.
This was what the people on this road did. In their eyes, there was nothing but "happiness". If there was anything, it would only be a necessary tool to obtain "happiness". Of course, this tool included people.
Any doubt or hesitation about possessing that " happiness " would be regarded as absolute stupidity and hypocrisy.
The only thing they should do was to rush forward and snatch the food. There was only one criterion to judge-who snatched more and more…
Jason suddenly felt that this "happiness" had turned everyone into mad dogs.
Shouldn't " happiness " bring happiness to people?
How did it become a whip that forced people into slavery or even dogs?
" Happiness " was like a drug in the eyes of a drug addict. It was the only desire that he had to taste at any cost.
Was this happiness or madness? Or a terminal illness?
People desperately chase after "happiness" because it can bring people true happiness, or just because people who are terminally ill like drug addicts have no choice but to go crazy…
The reason why people had to chase after happiness seemed to be because there was some real misfortune driving them. This hidden mastermind made people suffer from happiness obsessive-compulsive disorder.
But could the so-called happiness really cure this misfortune?
Or was it a kind of cover, a futile but deeper addiction and deception…
The stronger the uncontrollable desire for " happiness ", the more incurable the real misfortune would be. It was just like how a drug addict could not see the drug addiction that drove him, but only the drugs. Getting drugs would only make him want more drugs, making his drug addiction even more uncontrollable…
No, to him, it was not drugs at all, but the most precious treasure…
The more Jason thought about it, the more he felt that the real master behind the human world was all kinds of " drugs " with names and more without names, as well as the desire to possess " drugs " and the fear of not getting " drugs ".
At the thought of this, the nameless anger in his chest began to lose its heat. It was no longer as scorching as before. It seemed to have lost its target because Jason realized that these people in front of him did not know what they were doing at all.
Their souls were all in a completely separated and sealed grid. Their actions seemed to have countless tricks, but in fact, they were all completely deprived. Everything they did, said, and thought could not escape from this grid…
Reality was not a reality to them, but a necessity that they had to be. It had an unshakable and absolutely firm hardness…
'Reality'?
This word stirred up an incredible wave in Jason's heart. A certain feeling hidden in unknown memories began to stir.
When had he ever seen the indescribable true appearance of " reality "…
Jason was a little stunned for a moment. He couldn't remember when he saw that…After thinking about it carefully, it seemed to have happened not long ago…
In a…dream-like world…a dream…
Dream?
Under the flashback-like feeling, even the reality at this moment was a little loose. This could not help but trigger some kind of instinctive fear. Jason subconsciously immediately returned to the newlyweds, and only then did he re-establish his prior recognition of reality.
Ah, right, the "reality". Jason, who had returned to the "reality" from the "reality" at this moment, found it unbelievable that the absolute "reality" that the people under the absolute rule of "must" thought they were in had nothing to do with "reality". Their so-called "reality" was actually everything that "must" forced them to accept. They had no room to distinguish, explore, or doubt what "must" gave them. As long as the "must" was marked as "yes", it must be. As long as the "must" was marked as "no", it must not be.
People under the rule of " must " were like zombies. They had no doubts about the fresh human flesh drawn by " must ". All of their " intelligence " could only be used to do one thing-receive the instructions issued by " must " and use all means to snatch more fresh human flesh defined by " must " under the drive of this instruction.
Their so-called " intelligence " was actually just a tool, an accessory of their carnivorous instincts, only used to fulfill the absolute command given by the " must."
However, in Jason's eyes, this was no longer just crazy greed. It was more like a struggle with no choice.
The " reality " that had to be cast was like an extremely thick and absolutely hard steel plate pressing down on each of them, making them unable to move or even breathe. Their actions were more like the last remaining instincts of a living being that had almost lost its mind under the pressure of the steel plate.
But then again, only zombies could endure that kind of " reality " and survive in it. The " zombies " had to desperately chase after fresh human flesh in order to forget their true colors in the midst of their busy work.
There was only one purpose left in their lives, and that was to escape the truth of life and life.
Zombies had to make themselves look like humans and dogs on the surface, living happily and comfortably. Only in this way could they avoid their true faces that were covered with livor mortis, which they never wanted to face.
As long as there was a place to escape, life was bearable for them. Therefore, the fresh meat they were madly chasing sometimes had a more beautiful, legitimate, and tempting name in their eyes-" Hope."
However, the more they fled, the more their true bodies rotted, and this forced them to run in the direction that they had to…
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