I remember once imagine what my life would be like, what I'd be like. I pictured having these qualities, strong,posive qualities that people could pick up on from across a room. But as time passed, few ever became any of these qualities I acturally had. And all the possibilities I faced, and the sorts of people I could be, all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer, until finally they reduced to one... to who I am. And that's who I am. The weather man.
最后天气预报员回去继续勤勤恳恳地做好天气预报员,不同的是他的心态不同了,他用父亲的话作为座右铭,重新看待自己的生活,自己的人生,“this shit life”。只是,“what's the poiiiiiiinttttt??!"我在痛哭中大喊。这样的人生有什么意义,怎样的人生有意义?