Philosophical story up the stairs

There are a pair of brothers who live on the 80th floor. One day they went out to travel home and found that the building was out of power! Although they carry large bags of luggage, it seems that there is no other choice, so my brother said to his brother, we will climb the stairs! So they began to climb the stairs with two large bags of luggage. When they climbed to the 20th floor, they began to get tired. My brother said, “The bag is too heavy. It’s better. Let’s put the bag here, wait for the call and take the elevator to get it.” So they put their luggage in 20 The building is much more relaxed and continues to climb upwards. They climbed up and laughed, but it didn't last long. On the 40th floor, the two were really tired. I thought that I only climbed halfway, and the two began to blame each other and accused the other party of not paying attention to the power outage announcement of the building. They climbed and clashed, and they climbed to the 60th floor. On the 60th floor, they were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to quarrel. The younger brother said to his brother, "We don't want to argue, climb it." So they silently continued to climb the stairs, and finally the 80th floor arrived! Excited to the doorstep, the brothers found that their keys were left in the bag on the 20th floor... Some people said that this story actually reflects our life: before the age of 20, we lived in the expectations of our family and teachers. Under the circumstance, there are a lot of pressures and burdens, and I am not mature enough and have insufficient ability. Therefore, it is inevitable that I will be unstable. After the age of 20, I left the pressure of the crowd, unloaded the burden, and began to go all out to pursue my dreams. It was so happy for 20 years. However, when I was 40 years old, I found that my youth had passed away. I could not help but have a lot of regrets and regrets. So I began to regret this, regret it, complain about it, hate it... I spent 20 years in the complaint. At the age of 60, I found that there is not much left in my life, so tell myself not to complain, and cherish the rest of the day! So I silently finished my remaining years. At the end of my life, I remembered that I didn’t seem to have done anything...

Philosophical story up the stairs

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