At 4:30 a. M., chen khun sat on his lap for 40 minutes in his apartment in beijing. There's a little light on the other side of the building, like someone who pins the stars to the steel bars. He didn't do it for “breeding” or for short video props — it was just a few decades ago when the doctor left the line, “awakening himself every day, awakening the world” — and it became a muscle memory. At that time, he had turned to the top of the golden house, and he had been looking at it for 67 days. The crew went back to the hotel and he was laughing at the mirror, with his mouth shut and his head buzzed: "this is not where i should be."
Poor children's “unworthy” feelings start like old sweaters, and they pull up the wire. As soon as chongqing's old house floor was stomped, the family was living at $300 a month. The mother went to the market to pick up the pickles she threw and went home to chop up some flour and make up pancakes. Then the money jumped in seven digits and the number of bank cards looked like someone else was wrong, and he was even more scared: if the bank finds something wrong, take it back at any time? Psychologists call it an "embracing replacement syndrome" and translate it into humans: flying too high, with mud on the soles of shoes, they think they'll be dragged back into the gutter for the next second。
The best use is to be “throwed” into cognitive therapy. The oxford stuff, it's like, "don't fight with emotions." the teacher told him to record every day the miscalculation of his brain: you're not worthy, you're done, you're doing what you're doing — write a little brackets next to it, and say, “just wants justice, not judgment”. Eight months later, two books were saved in brackets, like handcuffs on monsters. Later, he simply extended the word “brackets” to the public good, taking a group of strangers to the plateau, walking 2,000 kilometres down, crying more than he laughed, and then adding half a pot of hot water。
Brain scientists scrutinise long-term meditators with fmri, thickened frontal lobes, shrunk almonds, translated: brakes hardened, alarm down. Chen kun never read the paper, but he found himself sleeping in a sandstorm when he filmed the dragons. The team colleagues said that he was “influencing like water, and when he arrived, he was flooded and there were no marks”. He smiled, without explanation, at 4:30 — the light was on, like a slap on the shoulder: man, live today, don't waste it。
He was asked the trick, and he was told the number of fingers: the medicine can't stop, the word can't hold, the road can't stop. After all, the hardest thing is to allow yourself to be “defunct” — to allow the box office to go to the street, to allow the wrinkles to go to the mirror, and to allow the son not to listen to me when he falls in love. Putting down the belief that i have to keep shining is harder than picking up any role. Now he paints the outside wall of the studio into concrete ash, and he hangs a hand-written note on the aisle: “the darkest place is where the lights are most useful.” the writings are crooked, like those of the awakening -- that's his 4:30 in the morning。
