People have a lot of thoughts in their lives. From a certain toy they yearned for in their childhood to a hero's dream in their youth. When he was young, he was used to giving pointers to the country. When he stepped into society, he smoothed out his edges and began to pursue material things such as money and power.
How many people abandoned their former dreams? How many people were defeated by reality and gave up the dreams of their youth? Those times when you suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and felt like you were just a shell.
Would you regret it? Would you regret giving up some of your thoughts? For example, you put down the paintbrush, left the words, put on the formal clothes you used to hate, combed your greasy hair, and dress up like a social elite.
You began to care about the various political meetings you used to hate. You would look at some of the conclusions of these meetings and the change of power figures. Whether it was related to you or not, it might be a job requirement, or it might just be the capital of a group of "social people" to chat at the table.
Some people might think that this was a sign of maturity, but not everyone thought so. People were different. Sometimes when you washed your face in the morning and looked at yourself in the mirror, it was so strange. The thoughts in your mind and the person in the mirror in front of you were so alienated and strange.
Driving an ordinary SUV slowly in the city, enduring the 20-30 km/h speed. Looking at yourself in the rearview mirror, the person in the car seemed so ordinary. Was this really me? I was no different from the drivers on the road. Where was my sense of existence as a "human"? Was I an "independent" life form? Or was I just an ordinary ant?
Perhaps there would be a group of young people riding large displacement motorcycles, their 800cc displacement engines roaring to the heavens. In the city, it was so conspicuous and unsociable.
In this era where "successful people" drove cars, spending a sum of money that was no less than the cost of a car to buy a motorbike? Many people would probably think that it was stupid.
Perhaps some people would complain about the "unsociable and unruly" knights and honk wildly. But some people would suddenly wake up. It was the same in a certain era of their lives.
They used to be so unsociable, riding motorcycles through the city in the middle of the night, chasing the wind and freedom. He had also spray-painted his own street art in parks and buildings in the middle of the night.
Or they could have a three-on-three bullfight on a public basketball court. Maybe the ball game would turn into a fight, and the fight would turn into a friendship. Even if you skipped an important class at the end of the semester, the professor might fail you, but you still had to find a computer to watch a Barcelona team's (European football powerhouse) life-and-death battle, just to fulfill a Barça dream.
Life, these deviant lives. It was an era of naive ideals. Some people might never return and mature from then on. Of course, there was nothing wrong with being mature. Most people lived maturely in the city.
However, there were also some people who suddenly comprehended something special at a certain age. They didn't want to live like this anymore. Maybe it was their nature, or maybe they were unwilling to be ordinary.
Some of them wanted to go against the rules and live another life.
After quitting his job as a police officer, he began to train and prepare for battle. He was a professional boxer.
After quitting her job as a teacher, she took her paintbrush and traveled far and wide. She was an artist.
After quitting her management job in a large company, she began to put on a fall suit and study riding skills. He was a future conqueror of the Isle of Man. (Note: The Isle of Man TT is the highest honor and the most dangerous race in the global motorcycle race. There is only honor and no prize money (only the champion has a prize money, and it is a mere 1,500 pounds). The winner is a hero.)
"So what are they doing it for?" Donald, who was in his sixties, was hale and hearty. He whispered these words to Professor Rogers. Captain Rogers listened patiently. He didn't seem to care that the president's important advisor was wasting his time.
Captain Rogers was very, very busy now and had a lot of things to do. But he still responded to Donald with a smile, "Why?"
Donald sighed, "Maybe it's just because they want to prove that they existed. There are so many people in the world, so many that it's scary. It's like a drop of water in the sea. No one cares about a drop of ordinary seawater. "
"There are always people who are unwilling and don't want their lives to be so ordinary. They are ordinary like all living beings. They are doing their best to radiate all the light and heat in their lives. Some people will even do all this in a way that burns themselves. No matter the obstacles ahead, until the day when their lives burn. They were still shouting and singing loudly in order to attract the world to prove themselves. To prove their value as a person. "
"As a separate individual life, the affirmation and realization of the values of independence, freedom, self, existence, and so on." Donald said with some emotion, "For some people, life is not just about living."
Captain Rogers nodded. In fact, the meeting with Donald today was not accidental. It was carefully arranged. Even the current president didn't know that his most trusted advisor and the most popular hero of the United States would meet with the political figure Steve Rogers.
This meeting was secretly arranged by Tony Stark, and Li Jie led the night watchmen as external investigators to block all possible accidents and prevent anyone from spying on this meeting. Because this meeting might be about a very sensitive issue. None of this could be known by outsiders.
And this was likely to be related to the follow-up of the Illuminati's reform plan for the entire Earth, and even the mutants policy and the entire process of social reform.
Captain Rogers picked up the paper cup in front of him. The paper cup was filled with coffee. He took a sip and then said, "So, Mr. Donald, you and I didn't meet today just to talk about this."
Donald clenched his fists. "Of course not, Captain. I said all this today just to express my attitude. "
Rogers: "What attitude?"
Donald: "My attitude towards life! My attitude towards life! "
"When I was young, I listened to your story and was inspired. I used to aspire to be an outstanding person like you. But life has smoothed out my edges. As I said in my previous story, I 'mature'. I thought I would always mature and live. "
"Until one day, I got up in the morning and brushed my teeth. I glanced at the mirror in front of me and I suddenly realized how old I was. Look at the wrinkles on my face and the white hair. And my old hands. When I got up, I still felt pain in my back. It wasn't because I did any heavy physical labor the day before, it was just because my body was aging, "Donald said faintly.
"I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: Oh my god, what did this guy go through? What had caused him to become like this today? Then I suddenly realized that the person in the mirror was me. "
"In the best years of my life, I dedicated all my energy to fighting for power. At this age, I suddenly realized, is all this really what I want? I found a letter from my old things. It was written when I was in college, and the recipient was me forty years later. None of the ambitions I set at that age came true. "Donald looked at Captain Rogers and said seriously.
"Captain, I don't lack any material things at this age. I don't lack power or money at all. My property is enough for me to live a very rich and even luxurious life. " Donald was blunt about all of this. As the most important advisor in the White House, he could even influence the President's decisions. He had received political donations, so he had the qualifications.
Rogers didn't comment on Donald's words. "So? Mr. Donald, you don't want money or power now. What do you want? "
Donald smiled. "Maybe I'm a bit greedy, Captain. My life has been smoother and more successful than 99% of the people in this world. Originally, at my age, I should know how to restrain myself. But I'm still a bit greedy. This time, it's not for any material things. What I want now is to complete the dream of my youth: to build a better society! "
"This is the naive vision I set up in the hot-blooded years of my youth. Originally, I thought I would always hide it in my heart and not take it out. But when you, Steve Rogers appeared again, I knew that my dream could be realized! I have such a goal! "
Rogers took a deep breath. "I'm just the director of the Spear Game. And this department is an international organization. It might not be able to help you much, Mr. Donald. "
"No, no, no." Donald shook his head. "This is just your starting point, not your end, Captain! Our world is in chaos. The people now need a real lion to lead us to find the way forward. Not those big-bellied politicians, but a real leader! "
"To be able to break through the darkness and light the way forward. To lead us to find glory and pursue our dreams! "Donald said excitedly." No one is more suitable than you, Captain Rogers! "
"I'll tell you the truth. The term of the current President will end this year. The election has already begun, but everyone is watching. This was because everyone was afraid that a heavyweight would jump down at this time to stir up trouble. I think you should know who they are waiting for? "Donald looked at Rogers. The meaning was self-evident.
Captain Rogers was silent and didn't say anything. Donald stared into Rogers' eyes. "This world needs heroes like never before. This is an era of heroes. Our country also needs an outstanding leader like never before. "
"I'll be straightforward. If you believe me, Captain Rogers, and you're willing to do more for the world, then I'll be honest with you. Then please leave these trivial matters to me. I know exactly how the White House changes. We need you, the people also need you, President Steve Rogers! "Donald finally said what he thought.
Captain Rogers subconsciously held the silver cross on his chest. It was given to Rogers by Peggy Carter before she died.
Rogers held it gently. Peggy, this time, I will set sail again with your glory and dreams. I don't know how many difficulties and obstacles there will be in the road ahead. Is it a sunny road or a bottomless abyss?
Please protect me, my dearest lover. For our glory and dreams!
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