Unless you're a masochist, no one wants to endure such self-tormenting days.
Gu Weijing simply doesn't want to lose this intense anger and persistent ability.
He doesn't want it to dissipate.
Gu Weijing is even somewhat afraid that he might really become the kind of person who treats everything with a grin, carefree, preaching to the world — forgiveness, love, and peace.
Even though that's the secret to winning art exhibitions and the standard of political correctness today.
But Gu Weijing still doesn't like it.
To gain such a life, to embark on that artistic path… Is that elderly Zen master who seems to ascend into ethereal realms every day, with a heart filled lightly with love and peace, still Gu Weijing himself?
Without joy or sorrow, that's a Bodhisattva, that's Buddha.
But it's not a real living person.
