Mom, what is the truth? The child asked another question that was difficult to answer…

One day when I was playing with my son in the square, he suddenly asked me without thinking: Mom, what is the truth? The truth is a difficult question to answer. So I answered him: Mom, there happens to be a story about the truth. Do you want to hear it? Affan mentioned that the landlord borrowed a pot, but when he returned it, it turned out to be two pots. The landlord asked him: \”You only borrowed one pot, how come there are two pots now?\” Afanti said: Because the pot I borrowed gave birth to a small pot in his house, so I put the two pots together. Brought them together. The landlord happily accepted it and told him to borrow the pot if he wanted to use it later. Soon, Afanti borrowed the biggest pot from the landlord\’s house and never returned it. The landlord goes and asks for it. Afanti said: That pot is dead. The landlord asked angrily: \”How can the pot die?\” Afanti replied: \”The pot can give birth to children, how can it not die?\” The landlord was very angry but there was nothing he could do about it. The story is over. Me: Do you think this Afanti is smart? Son: Mom, I don’t like Afanti. Why do I? Son: Afanti is a liar. Me: Why did Afanti lie to people? Son: He is just lying. At this time, a big boy sitting next to us came over to talk. Boy: Auntie, why did Afanti go to someone else\’s house to borrow a pot? Doesn’t he have a pot at home? Me: It’s possible that Afanti’s own pot suddenly broke, or he didn’t have enough money to buy a pot. Boy: Then why go to the landlord’s house to borrow it? Can\’t you borrow it from a friend\’s house? Me: Maybe his friend is not here, or his friend doesn’t have a pot either. Boy: Why doesn’t Afanti make money to buy a pot? Me: This aunt doesn’t know either. Boy: I think Afanti went to borrow the pot on purpose. He wanted to trick the landlord into bringing him the pot. Son: Yes, Mom. Boy: Also, if he borrows a pot from others, no one will lend it to him. Son: Don’t take other people’s things. Me: You both are very honest. Boy: And auntie, I think it’s impossible for the pot to give birth to the pot, and the pot won’t die. Son: The pot will break. Me: So do you think it was the landlord who made the mistake first, or Afanti? Boy: The landlord is wrong first. The first time Afanti returned the pot, the extra pot was not his, so he shouldn\’t take it. Son: My brother is right. Me: Then shouldn’t Afanti borrow a pot? Boy: He should make his own money to buy a pot. Son: Right. Me: What if you can’t make money by yourself? Boy: My mother said you can’t make excuses for yourself when you make a mistake. Me: Yeah. Your mother is right. Boy: My mother said that you have to work hard on your own for everything. Son: My mother said that too. What is the truth? ——There is no truth, only explanation; no fact, only interpretation. When I was a child, watching Afanti fight with the landlords, I thought he was a positive character who supported the strong and supported the weak. But then I discovered a problem, that is, in the traditional culture we have received since childhood, the mentality of \”hatred of the rich\” is deeply rooted. It is unfair to hate others who are better off than themselves, and to blame God for not working hard. These two mentality are shared by many people, and they continue to be passed on to our children.generation. So rich people are afraid of being criticized and pretend to be poor; people without money have low self-esteem and are afraid that others will say they have no money and show off their wealth; people with a little money like to compare themselves with people who are richer than themselves and hate wealth. In fact, after going full circle, no one is more righteous than anyone else, and no one is more secular than anyone else. But they are all the same people, living in this world with different desires. What is the truth? ——A friend once gave me a book and wrote these two lines on the title page: What is the truth? ——I like a dialogue in \”This Killer Is Not Too Cold\”: Is life always this hard or is it just when you are a kid? Always like this. Is life always so painful? Or was it only like this when I was a kid? Always.