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I have always been unsure of the meaning of life. Is it about making some money by betting on a game for entertainment? Finding a partner and getting married? Or having a child for some amusement? But since all living beings have to face death, what is the meaning of being alive?
It wasn't until I watched a short film about the one-minute life of a fly that I believe you all can find the meaning of life here. Once upon a time, a little fly was born, only to discover a timer on its head that couldn't be shaken off no matter how hard it tried. The poor little fly had no idea what it meant until it saw an old fly's timer hit zero, and its life came to an end. Only then did it realize it had only one minute to live. At that moment, the old fly handed it a checklist, a long list of things a fly should do in its lifetime, and time was of the essence.
First, it had to bite a raccoon. Facing a delicious meal that should be savored slowly, the little fly had to quickly gobble it down due to the urgency. Next, it had to attend a party. With no friends, it randomly joined an animal to fill the count. Then, it hurried to the next task. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until it saw the next task: survive a bird attack. Coincidentally, a blue bird suddenly appeared.
The little fly quickly escaped, even completing a parachute task on the way. What's more, it managed to get married and have a child in an instant. The brevity of life prevented it from reflecting and contemplating, always forced to make important life choices in a state of confusion. It traveled across the ocean to see a whale, not knowing why. Following the checklist, it navigated through a spider web like a ladybug escaping, and even completed the high-difficulty challenge of bungee jumping at lightning speed. After finishing everything, the little fly finally escaped the pursuit of the big bird.
But suddenly, it found itself surrounded by a group of frogs. Without hesitation, it left, realizing they weren't true friends. What's even more challenging was that it only had 17 seconds left on the countdown, and the next task on the list was to look at stars. However, under the scorching sun, where were the stars? The next task was to become famous, even more challenging than stargazing.
It started to feel anxious and gradually desperate. Unexpectedly, despair itself was also a task on the list. Its rushed life was just to complete a plan, and ironically, this plan was written by someone else. Suddenly, a drop of pine oil hit it, freezing the little fly's life at the last second. Night fell, and the stars reflected in the new-born lake. The busy little fly could finally stop, take a good look at the stars, and appreciate the world. Millions of years later, the radiance gathered on it again, and this precious lake specimen caught everyone's interest. Major media outlets competed to report it, and it finally completed the last item on the checklist – becoming famous.
However, fame and fortune are fleeting, dispersing like clouds after death. The little fly lived its life in a daze, but is a second of love happy? Will friends made in a second be cherished? Is a grand and glorious life really what everyone desires? It hurriedly sought one ending after another, not out of its own needs but merely to fulfill others' expectations. A minute is just like a hundred years; death isn't scary. What's frightening is realizing, at the moment of death, that we never truly lived.
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Post time 11-1-2024 11:13:17