Failure but not success

Failure is not a success or failure.

On the way to chasing dreams, there is a wall called reality, and there is a kind of motivation called persistence. Entering the world, never slowing down, living with people and things, too tired. When we are tired, we stretch out our hands, rely on one arm, trust in one eye, and find that we are not lonely on the road. I am not alone.

Too many of us are doing things that are involuntarily, asking the soul, is this the life I want? No. Looking back on the past, looking to the future, and looking at the relatives around me, why dare to say tired? Nowadays, many of my friends have entered the palace of marriage, with a hint of envy and a hint of fear. When we talk about our lives on the wine table, we can't talk about the ups and downs of life. My friend said that the child was born right away, relying on my salary, what to take to support them? The family removed all expenses, it is simply the aging family, I am upset when I think about it. There is no need for noisy between husband and wife. I just don’t understand why I am so tired of living. I knew that I would not get married so early. In the face of life, we are a civilian. We are not rich second generation. Every parent has created conditions for us. We can only get out of this situation if we struggle ourselves. We are not rich second generation. We only work hard to make our children become rich second generation, let them do what they want, and do not suffer as much as we do now. In the future? Don't treat yourself as a human being. Do you see the ox in the field? It will be like it later. When you are tired, the ground still has to be ploughed, and the car still has to be pulled.

After dropping out of school, in seven years, the number of people passing by and passing through is unclear. We have not been to the university, and even many people in high school have not stepped into the school. Me too. At that time, we were arrogant, and our hearts were higher than the sky, and we believed that we were the masters of the world. What kind of work does not make money, what career is not better than school. After experiencing the baptism of life, it turned out that all of this was just my heart. Like a hillside, we rolled down from above, and the thorny horns have long been flattened. Can not change the society, can only adapt. How good is the survival of the fittest.

Occasionally think of the past, indifferent. I have been working all the time. The time has passed. I thought that the first thing to age is the face, otherwise it is the heart of this young man. At the age of seventeen or eight, a group of people all day, wandering around the edge, if not early back by the good thoughts in my heart, now I don't know what, but it must be miserable. When the bag on the back sets foot on the foreign road and really enters the society, we must be cautious and cautious, and the outside world is different. Hold yourself tight and be afraid of hurting. I was once angered by the anger, and I was once despised, and I was once drunk, and I was crazy about love. Those scenes are now in front of me, no longer have the mood at that time, and I have changed. No matter what time, think of a loved one, what is this bitterness? When I accept this, isn’t anyone else? Maybe this is a reason for me to continue.

Some people say that only when they have experienced life and death can they understand the beauty of life. Once, I didn’t think so. However, when I passed the death, I realized that it was terrible. When death is close, the heart bears the absolute test. A small coal kiln, a good income, is really attractive. When we had a dozen people riding the cages, the mood was the most happy. When approaching the ground, suddenly falling, the dark space, I could not feel that it was falling. The height of four hundred meters, free to land, if the land, it is nothing but a tragedy. Sudden sudden arrests revealed that they were just as close to death. Everyone’s face was full of fear and could not help but scream. When the bottom of the well caught fire, hundreds of people screamed and sprinted, and the scene was truly spectacular. It was a time race against time. There was only one way of thinking in the brain: running! No one would go to the fire, the mine of high gas, if it explodes, only God is saved. In the face of danger, heroes are always living in legend. Everyone is a face, no help, no friends, only selfishness. When the danger goes away, everyone has only fear, and tears are so worthless at that time. I don't know how many people are thinking about a problem, as long as they can go up, how much money they don't do, this is a life!

Today, everything has been going on. Have a small business of your own, sigh for the past. How many times I hope to return to the present, and really come to this step, accompanied by distress. For seven years, three years of fighting with the business, all the time with the blood of life. I have failed. I don’t know how many times I have thought about giving up. For the inner flame, it is burning more and more intense.

Life, I have never lost in your hands, your cruelty will only make me more and more struggling, you have smoothed my water chestnut, and my sleek will not let you catch.