PS: It was already on the verge of collapse......

But I didn't expect to make a recommendation at this time......

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Five years ago, I interned at a magazine and Abby took me with me.

Abby is the typical strong woman in the workplace, and she is always a strong picture of combat value. She is not afraid of the editor-in-chief's urging and offending her subordinates, and she is required to do her best in all the manuscripts she supervises, so the manuscripts handed over to her are generally required to be revised many times.

Someone couldn't stand it, so they scolded her in front of her for "taking chicken feathers as an arrow", she was even more angry, and directly tore the manuscript to the ground.

But because of the pickiness, the quality of Abby's manuscripts has always been the best in the magazine.

In addition, according to the gossip of colleagues, the man who has been on a blind date with Abby can fill three or four tables. Among them, there are many rich and powerful...... But Sister Abby just said: "No eyes!" ”

Her signature is: "I am not a shadow of anyone, and I am not a second best choice." Everything I do, I want to do, and I don't live my life according to anyone's ideas. ”

The next time I met Abby, it was last fall. I almost didn't recognize her when we met, but I saw her with long hair, wearing a gray windbreaker, and holding a large bundle of folders in both hands, completely lacking the momentum of the year.

After chatting for a while, I realized that in the past few years, because of her age, her temper has been worn out, and she finally didn't beat her family and got married. Later, in order to take care of her family and children, she took the initiative to apply for a transfer to the idle administrative department, commuting from 9 to 5 every day, and at the beginning of the month, she comfortably received a decent salary......

Although Abby's personality is much softer, her work is much more stable, and her relationship with colleagues is much more relaxed, I still have a vague feeling that she is not happy.

When we parted, she said to me solemnly: "Don't compromise easily, compromise only seems to save effort." But as long as you take a step back, even a small one, it will be difficult for you to have the courage to move forward. ”

I was shocked, what a thing!

A person really can't compromise or compromise easily, you think it is a compromise once, it will be once, it is likely to be compromised, and it will be a lifetime. And the more you retreat, the less room you can breathe; The more you behave, the farther away something will be from you.

Sometimes, taking a step back is the sea and the sky; But sometimes, taking a step back can be an abyss.

·2·

All around us, people and things that "retreat to the second" are playing out every day!

You originally wanted to go to a first-class university, but then you didn't succeed, so you can barely go to a second-rate or third-rate university, but how can a third-rate university bloom first-class dreams?

You miss a person who makes your heart move, so you find a similar person to make do, but there is a person who lives in your heart, and the person you meet again becomes "will", and no matter how good "will" is, it can't fill the vacancy in your heart.

You fancy a pair of high heels, too expensive to buy, you buy another pair of cheap ones, but with the most beautiful pair of shoes in your heart, the others become "times", no matter how cheap the "times" are, they can't make up for the regrets in your heart.

You always thought that if you compromised, you would settle for it, and the world would give way to you, but you found that you gained nothing but to lose more and complain more!

In fact, behind every compromise, there is a real purpose: either the fear of losing, or the reluctance to put in the effort...... When you think lowering the bar will make it easier to get the results you want, you're doomed to not get what you want.

Remember, the floor you set determines what you don't have to lose. Once you've lost your floor, you'll soon be overwhelmed. The more serious consequence is that what you want will be lost in the same way.

·3·

There is a very popular set of comics: a group of people carry a heavy cross on their backs. On the way, there was a man who thought he was clever, and he cut off a cross, and it was much easier to carry it, and after walking a little more, he cut it again, and in this way, he easily surpassed many people. Unexpectedly, I came across a deep and wide ravine on the way. He stopped in front of the ravine, anxious, and blamed God for his troubles.

At this time, the people who were overtaken by him slowly caught up. Others built on top of the ravine with the cross they had worked so hard to carry, and easily crossed the ravine. This man wanted to do the same, but his cross was too short......

You see, it is your laziness that quietly destroys you, it is your luck, it is your opportunism, it is your retreat!

In the process of growing up, everyone carries their own cross. Maybe it's your study, maybe it's your work, maybe it's your feelings. However, it is these heavy things that constitute the reason and value of your existence in this world, and the tools for you to face difficulties, frustrations, and pain alone in the future.

Remember, there are no shortcuts in life, and what you steal today is destined to become your misery tomorrow.

Don't wonder anymore, "Why do you still not live this life well after listening to so many truths?" ”

The answer is, with reference to those great truths, others work hard, sometimes only half of the harvest, you only have half of the harvest, how can you live a good life?

·4·

At Harvard's commencement ceremony in 2008, Chancellor Foster had this to say to the graduates:

I have heard you talk about the future, and I know your troubles. I also know that you are worried about your income, about your career choices, about whether you can achieve the meaning of life. What I'm going to say to you is that you don't know until you've tried. Whether it's painting, biology or finance, if you don't try to do what you love, if you don't pursue what you think is most meaningful, you'll regret it. Life is a long road, and there is always time to implement alternatives, but don't settle for the next best thing at the beginning.

She also likened the psychology of "second best" to the "parking space theory". To the effect that you don't want to park 20 blocks away from your destination just because you don't think there's a parking space anymore. Go straight to where you want to go, and if the parking space is full, go back around.

A person is like a flower that has come into this world to bloom. If you choose not to bloom for fear of withering, or choose to live half-dead, then you have wasted the good will of the Divine.

So, don't give up easily, but whenever you have the first time, your life will habitually retreat, but if you overcome, your life will be accustomed to facing the wind and waves. This seems to be a simple choice, but in fact, it has a very big impact, and it brings a completely different life.

Growing up is a process of constant escalation, and if you don't defeat the little monster in front of you, you may be eliminated by this game, because reality is so cruel. But at the same time, you can't always fight the little monsters and avoid the big ones. Because everyone around you is trying to fight hard to overcome the big difficulties.

I'm afraid, a few years later, you complain to those friends who are better than you: "Why is life so unfair, why are others so powerful, so much good luck, and I am always so bad, always so unlucky?" ”

Actually, there is nothing unfair about it, the same time, you spend your time stagnating, and others spend their time overcoming challenges.

You'll have to push yourself to see more possibilities!

If 10,000 are unwilling and don't get a "try" in exchange, then you deserve to regret it.

Because, there is no kind of escape that can be rewarded!

Wang Xiaobo once said: "When people are young, one of the most troublesome things is to decide what they want to do in this life. All in all, everything is good, but to do it is the value and dignity of human beings. ”

Alive, the biggest failure, is not to fall, but to never dare to run!

If you can't be cruel to yourself, it's life's turn to be cruel to you. But anyone who lives a very cowardly life is because he is too good to himself!

So, don't believe in anything like "girls can not be white, not beautiful, and have a bad figure", because one day, when you are finally thin and beautiful, you will find that your life is like a hanging.

Story one

Snail girl

At that time, there was an old small county nested in the remote hinterland, with gray building walls with lime peeling, and the rust of the burglar-proof windows was covered by dense creepers, revealing a faint orange yellow. The blood flowing from the snail girl's body is mixed with the well water of the small county, and the nutrients of the small county are hidden in her flesh and bones. In the past ten years, Xiaoxian has been with her day and night, and maybe it will still be the case for the rest of her life, because the snail girl's heartbeat has long been in tune with Xiaoxian. The snail girl was very slow, and her classmates came home early after school, and she paced slowly but steadily, wearing her pale blue frilly sunhat, occasionally picking up a dead leaf, counting the black spots on it from decay, until the sun went down. She used to eat slowly, dress, bathe, and fall asleep. Even in the slow little county she is familiar with, it is difficult to meet a snail boy or a snail sister, and from a very young and ignorant time, the snail girl has learned how to be friends with herself and how to be friends with loneliness. In fact, at first, the snail girl's leopard mother openly and secretly competed with her for a long time, and during the meal, the leopard mother stared at the snail girl with brass bell-like eyes.

"One, two, three. It's time to swallow! ”

"Nope."

This confrontation lasted for a whole childhood, it can be said that the stubborn leopard mother met the more stubborn snail girl, and the battle between the tough leopard and the soft snail without gunpowder smoke, the snail won.

Some people say that she is like a sunflower, there is no greasy face, and she can't talk about clear eyebrows, she is really inconspicuous in the crowd, her petite body is soft and weak, but she exudes a tenacious atmosphere, what a long time, the sunset, the narrow road, the stones or dead leaves, the snail girl and her pale blue frilly sunhat, become inseparable, in the hearts of teenagers, children, and the old people become landscapes, become paintings.

At the age of eighteen, at noon, the snail girl got on the train with a stone blue suitcase, and she would go to the bustling and ancient, free and heavy stone town. There, she saw rows of high-rise buildings, streets full of traffic, bustling and hurried crowds, some with clear goals, firm eyes and steady steps, some with timid, weak steps. Many leopard boys and leopard girls, they are youthful and lively, and they will never pace slowly like snail girls, slowly counting. There are also femme fatales and mouse aunts, who are elusive, dressed in black, and often hide in corners. In the new environment, the snail girl is still lonely, but she loves this city, loves these people, and loves this sky and this land. In Stone Town, the snail girl still eats slowly, dresses, bathes, sleeps, reads slowly, thinks, imagines, slowly plans for the future, and longs for love.

In autumn, everything gradually fades and returns to gold, or falls into the vast and deep brown soil, dedicating strength to the splendor of the next spring, or stubbornly hanging on the treetops to accept the test of the cool autumn breeze. The ginkgo biloba leaves in autumn are so golden and beautiful that the snail girl frequently stops, looks up and admires. It was under the most dazzling ginkgo tree that she met her first friend, the gray whale boy.

He wears a slightly larger khaki T-shirt with a hand-drawn gray whale leaping out of the sea, looking up like her, admiring. The gray whale boy often travels alone, from south to north, breathing the purest air in the mountains and rivers, scooping out the sweetest scoop of water from small streams and rivers, and finding the brightest star in the night sky. The snail girl smelled the fresh grass juice from him, and it seemed to be mixed with the warm smell of the sun, and the gray whale jumped out of the sea with all its might, and the moment it stayed in the air was full of endless silence and peace. And this is the favorite and most desirable of a snail girl like a sunflower.

In the next few years or maybe more than ten years, the snail girl and the gray whale boy went to farther and more mysterious places together, walking in the alleys of the deserted alleys in the early morning or afternoon, discovering new but hidden things, and meeting more and more friends.

The snail girl's body flows with the blood of Xiaoxian, and there is also a trace of Xiaoxian's unique faint breath in her breath. The snail girl has been wandering for a long time, and she will eventually go back.

After so many years, the narrow roads in the small county and the dense creepers have not changed at all. The snail girl got off the train, passed by the school gate, she heard the school bell, held the stone blue suitcase in her left hand, and slowly put on a light blue frilly sunhat in her right hand, and paced forward. The children ran past her with their school bags on their backs, and the surroundings gradually quieted down, and she looked down to see a white stone the size of marbles lying in the dirt, stained with dust and muddy water, which was absolutely an ordinary stone for any passerby. At this moment, the wind was blowing softly from behind, a little damp, and the sun was pouring down like gold dust, and the stone was so familiar, as if it were the one that the snail girl had touched with her fingers in this scene many years ago. Time has indeed passed, and the memories of teenagers, children, and old people have gradually faded. And the snail girl was still so slow that it wasn't until the sun went down that she pushed the fan open and smelled the smell of the food.

I remember that adults often say that time and environment can turn a snail into a leopard, into a mouse or a snake and scorpion, and stray children grow up and vicissitudes. Luckily, under the baptism of the passage of time and endless loneliness, the snail girl was still able to walk slowly until the sunset......

PS: As long as a friend likes it, I will insist on writing it.