Take what you think is right

When you walk on an unfamiliar path, you have to follow the path that you think is right. Because the path is chosen by oneself. Only by going down will you know if he is right or not.

In the past, there were 3 brothers who went from the countryside to the city to create their own businesses, the eldest A, the second B, and the third C.

They traveled together, eating and sleeping in the open along the way, encountering desert dust and sand, crossing seven high mountains, wading through twenty-one rivers, and finally came to a bustling and lively market town. There are three major roads, only one of which leads to the city, but no one can say which one is.

Lao A said: "Our old man has taught me only one sentence in his life, 'resign himself to fate', so I will close my eyes and choose one, and try my luck." He picked one at random and left.

Big B said: "Who told us to be born in that poor place, I haven't read, I can't calculate which road is most likely to go, I just want to go next to the big road next to old A." After saying that, he patted his ass and left.

The rest is a small road, and Little C can't make up his mind. He thought about it and decided to go to the town and ask the elders first. The elder saw him, but still shook his head, "No one has ever been to the city because it's too far away. And we're having a good life here. But, child, I can tell you what my grandfather said——— go the way I think is right. ”

Remembering the sincere teachings of the elders, Little C embarked on that path to pursue his dream of the city. He has experienced many pains and hardships, but every setback, every failure, has not defeated him. When he was faced with a desperate situation, he always said to himself, "It is also his own way to go wrong", so he survived. One day 10 years later, he finally saw the city of his dreams, and with his outstanding tenacity and perseverance, he started from a one-yuan business——— shining shoes, picking garbage, serving dishes, and later became an ordinary employee of a company, a blue-collar worker, a white-collar worker, until he registered a company independently.

30 years later, when Little C was old, he handed over the company to his son to take care of, and returned to his hometown to find his brother who was traveling with him back then. It's still that poor western village, still a thatched hut with mud walls, the eldest and the second still live in it, still living the days of sunrise and sunset.

Each of the three brothers told his own story: the eldest said that he had walked along the road for five months, and that it had become narrower and narrower, infested with wild beasts, and that one evening he had almost been eaten by a wolf, and had to slip back in ashes. The path chosen by the second child is not much different from the boss, and after coming back, he feels that he can't raise his head and be a man for the rest of his life. The third child sighed and said: "I have taken the same path as yours, the only difference is that I will never look back if I choose." ”

In fact, every road leads to the city, take the path you think is right, stick to it and don't look back, as long as you think he is right.