We often tries to answer the question of life with a yes or no. Study, work, married, die. Yes? Live a life of vanity and spend money on traveling. No? We never have an answer. What is the real life? Or should I say, what is the life we should live? The book had stories over stories of lives. All with their own, mindless pursuits. We are nothing more than skins. Because we often identifies the soul that have a pursuit, that drives us towards our goal. However, what are we, more than skins trying to stumble onto some kind of a meaning? And so we have to answer all these questions that comes up in life. We keep escaping, afraid of the unknown, afraid of an absurd, meaningless life. So we live on, blindfolded. It is unstoppable when it starts, we are on this train track. Many people often get one job and stay there forever. So we never think. Yet these questions are engraved onto our bones. The questions for meaning. Is this worth it? Is he living the right life? What are we? The author talked about hating the big cities. They are nothing but useless skins, lights blazing. He likes the countryside because there is many things to discover. We all live in the countryside in some ways. Live in chaos, surrounded by things we don't understand. So we build our own understandings. We understand it in our own ways. And thought turns to actions. Like many great minds agrees, to humans, it is not the truth that matters, but the subjective truth. It is these truths that can charge us with an energy to act.
We are no more than skins, because we are all meaningless creatures. Yet isn't that the beauty of humanity? These beautiful imperfections. The things we don't understand the meaning of, are what keeps us going. We are uncovering the unknown. "Mother was then willing to believe in spirits. 'I think having these spirits are really good because I discovered that there is something we can't take by ourselves." We understand stuff, know stuff isn't bad. But we need things that we don't understand. We need a fuel for us to move forward, in life. That's what makes us living, imperfect skins.
Although at the end of the day, as my dad always says: Living a life and worrying how to live life is like checking instructions for how to look at instructions. Live! Find a meaning! That meaning, will answer, at least many of your questions. These questions are perhaps not all your personal questions, but questions for everyone in society. Meaning is not all personal, because we are not along on this planet, and not caring about anyone else is simply ignoring carvings on our bones.
This is perhaps the best Chinese fiction book I've ever read. I don't know if it is an autobiography or fiction stories, but I suppose what really matters is the meaning entailed in this book.