PDLP Chapter 900 Return
Chapter 900 Return
"I feel like none of these gifts are quite right. I'm sorry, Dior, am I being too picky?" the wife asked, somewhat apologetically.
In the shopping mall, the wife and Dior were choosing a wedding gift for the painter, Xiao Guai, but the wife had been looking around for a long time without finding anything she liked. Afraid that Dior would become impatient, a sense of anxiety slowly rose within her. She knew that men didn't particularly enjoy shopping.
However, Dio's expression was very serene, with a faint smile on his lips.
"I think Xiao Guai will be happy to know that you put so much thought into choosing a gift for him. Don't rush, take your time choosing."
"Don't you find me annoying?" the wife asked.
“No, every single moment I spend with you is a joy,” Dio said.
"Mmm~~~" A blush rose on the lady's face, and her mood became incredibly pleasant at that moment. However, the next second, she felt that Dior was just flattering her. Her initial surprise was immediately suppressed by this thought.
"Come with me to one last shopping mall, I'm sure I'll find the perfect gift there!" the wife said confidently.
“Okay.” Dior nodded with a smile. But he knew that he would need to visit several more shopping malls to find the right gift.
Dio couldn't change the plot, but he could change his mood while watching it. His mood remained perpetually cheerful, without a trace of worry.
Because even troubles, in his eyes, are manifestations of my heart, and the essence of troubles is no different from my heart.
The content of a thought is not important; what matters most is recognizing its essence.
Once you understand its true nature, you won't be misled by its content.
Dior remembered a variety show he had watched before.
One of the challenges is to quickly name the color of each word.
This challenge looks easy, but in reality, very few people can complete it.
For example, the text on the card is written in pink, but it is actually written in blue pen.
The moment the challenger sees the card, he will instantly say the text, which is pink, not its background color, blue.
This challenge stumped many people, but one guest was able to answer instantly and consistently without making a mistake for a long time.
Everyone found it incredible that he could do this, assuming the guest had some special skill. Later, when interviewed by reporters, it was revealed that the guest was illiterate; without the interference of written content, he could quickly and accurately describe the background of the text.
After hearing the news, everyone joked that the guest was enjoying the benefits of being uncultured.
But actually, everyone is right. Having a lot of knowledge isn't necessarily a good thing.
This is like when many people realize a thought has arisen, their first reaction isn't, "This thought just popped into my head!" How amazing!
People aren't surprised by such a commonplace thing; instead, they focus on the content of the thought.
But the content of the thought is not important at all; what matters is the phenomenon that gives rise to the thought.
This is similar to how people often focus on the content of the text but not on its underlying meaning.
Everyone is so familiar with it that they can recognize the meaning of the words at a glance, and thus overlook some more ordinary things.
Similarly, everyone is so skilled that they can recognize the content of a thought at a glance, but they overlook the process of how the thought arises.
But in reality, if everyone can quickly recognize that every thought that arises originates from my heart, they are neither good nor bad; they are simply a natural phenomenon. They are one with my heart, and then everyone can be like that guest, undisturbed by anything.
As long as one is not confused by the content of one's thoughts, one can live a very free and easy life.
These thoughts are very similar to the bullet comments on later bullet screen websites.
When people are watching a show, the plot is actually predetermined, and the various bullet comments floating above will not affect the plot.
However, sometimes some viewers in the live chat can predict the plot developments, which makes them think they are the director and can control the direction of the story.
But actually, they weren't the directors; they just happened to guess correctly, that's all. The plot development won't change because of the comments.
As viewers, we must clearly recognize that the plot and the comments are illusions. We are just viewers; we should remain at the level of watching and not get too involved. Otherwise, we might experience all sorts of complex emotions because of the plot.
These emotions are not necessarily bad, but focusing too much on them can cause one to lose sight of a broader perspective.
For example...
“Honey, I know men don’t like shopping, but you guys try to maintain your gentlemanly manners by not showing any impatience. Um… if you’re really bored, I can go alone…”
Dior interrupted his wife halfway through her sentence.
“I don’t get bored at all; in fact, it’s quite interesting. Because sometimes a quiet stroll is a pleasure,” Dior said.
“…Darling, you’re so good!” The wife kissed Dio.
But the wife knew that people experience anxiety when doing things they're not interested in. This anxiety probably stems from the feeling that their time is being wasted.
I should do what I'm interested in, instead of wasting time on meaningless and boring things.
But sometimes, people have to do meaningless and boring things, and that restless feeling of having their time taken up can constantly torment them. My wife understands this feeling.
Because she had worked before.
After a long day of work, all she wanted was to go home, take a hot bath, lie in bed, and read her favorite novel.
But the truth is, after she gets off work, she still has to do housework and take care of Parker. It's alright, though; she doesn't complain.
However, work-related text messages from her boss or unexpected overtime calls always only added to her already exhausted state of mind.
The feeling of being deprived of freedom is extremely difficult to endure.
When she finally finished all that and could lie in bed... it was already past midnight.
Looking at the pitch-black night outside, she knew that if she didn't go to sleep early, she would feel terrible the next day. But she just couldn't control herself; she always felt that only this time belonged to her.
So even in the early hours of the morning, she would pick up her beloved novel and read it.
"Why are people always so unfree?" The wife often pondered this question, but could not find an answer.
It was precisely because she had experienced the pain of having her time taken up that the wife believed Dior must also be in pain.
Moreover, his wife knew perfectly well that everyone has a limit to their patience. In the past, even someone as gentle as her would sometimes inexplicably snap at Parker.
It wasn't because Parker did anything wrong; it was just that Parker happened to be her emotional dumping ground. And after each intense outburst, the wife would fall into even deeper self-blame.
She often swore she would never yell at Parker again, but she simply couldn't control it. That anger always seemed to need an outlet…
With these outbursts, her mind became even more weary.
The wife also felt that Parker's gloomy personality was somewhat related to her own.
So now, the wife is carefully assessing Dior's limits of patience. She is keenly aware that there is no such thing as eternal love, only love that is carefully nurtured.
Dior seemed to sense that his wife was somewhat tense.
Then he smiled and said, "Do you know the Master of Prophecy?"
"Ah? Oh! I've heard of them! They usually appear in novels or movies, pointing the way for the protagonist and acting as characters who drive the plot forward," the wife replied subconsciously.
“Yes, but they do exist in reality. Maybe you could talk to Goddess Pierce; she should know a lot about this,” Dio said.
"Huh?" The wife was startled. "You mean they can really predict fate?"
“Yes! You can see that those rich and famous people often donate to those churches. If those psychics weren’t capable, how could those stingy rich people do such things?” Dio said.
"Does...do fate really exist?" the wife exclaimed in astonishment.
“Yes, fate does exist. And I also know some fate magic, so I predict that to find the gift I want, I'll need to look around 3 p.m. and visit several shopping malls,” Dio said.
"I still don't quite believe it... I'm sorry, it's just too unbelievable," the wife said, still somewhat doubtful.
"Let's make a bet!" Dio laughed.
“Okay…” The lady nodded, but she quickly realized what she meant.
Her heart stirred once again.
"Is he being considerate of me? Is he deliberately saying it's 3 pm so I can visit a few more shopping malls to relieve my stress?"
"He's so thoughtful."
The lady was deeply moved, and her eyes were filled with love as she looked at Dior.
Dior returned the smile slightly.
But actually, as long as it returns to my heart, anyone can skim the script beforehand; it's not particularly difficult.
Or perhaps it's an instinct everyone possesses. After all, many people can foresee the future through dreams or flashes of inspiration. Even many children have strong premonitions. Many people have actually experienced that kind of strong premonition.
However, this ability is unpredictable, which is why people regard it as a special ability.
But in reality, this ability is quite ordinary; it's just that people's minds are too scattered. Everyone's attention is focused on the thoughts generated by the false self, needlessly wasting mental energy following those illusory thoughts, thus neglecting the wider world around them.
Actually, Dio isn't bored at all now, because after returning to his heart, he has many incredible abilities.
Reading scripts is just one aspect; another ability is unlocking joy that never fades.
People find happiness by doing things they are interested in, things they consider meaningful, or things that go smoothly for them.
People experience happiness for a period of time after their false ego is satisfied. But this happiness is fleeting and cannot last forever.
It's like a wife reading a novel late at night and experiencing fleeting pleasure. But when she wakes up the next day after staying up all night, that pleasure vanishes without a trace, replaced by various painful feelings and regret for the previous night's indulgence.
It is extremely difficult for ordinary people to maintain happiness for a long time.
The negative thoughts generated by the false self, and the labels attached to various feelings, can lead to suffering.
But actually, feelings of happiness, feelings of sadness, or other feelings.
In the beginning, there was nothing special about them. They were just feelings.
It's a lie that I've labeled all sorts of feelings with different tags.
For example, this is a feeling of happiness, that is a feeling of sadness, this is a feeling of self-blame, and so on.
And we are also trained by our false self to develop likes and dislikes for various feelings.
It is precisely this differential treatment that divides feelings into 369 levels. People cling to the feeling of happiness and constantly pursue it, believing that it is happiness.
But is that feeling truly happiness? Who defined this kind of happiness? Why can't other feelings be defined as happiness?