Two words that change the fate of life

The two words that change the fate of life <br /> In life, nothing is more exciting and more useful than Moseton. Mausoleum can change a person's life - not just change, but make it better. Of course, such moments are rare, but they still happen to all of us. Something is sometimes from books, sometimes from other people's words, sometimes from a poem, sometimes from a friend's mouth.
I remember that it was a cold winter afternoon. I was sitting in a French restaurant in Manhattan. I was very depressed. Due to several miscalculations, I have messed up a very important project in my life. For this reason, even a friend who has a close relationship with me will not be able to make me happy as usual. I sat at the table and looked at the variegated tablecloth on the table with a look of regret.
Finally, he crossed the street. He was wrapped in an old cotton jacket, and a hat with no special shape hung from his bald head. It looked like a famous psychiatrist, and he was like an energetic land god. His office is nearby, and I know that he has just seen his last patient on the day. He is nearly 80 years old, but still holding a briefcase, which is full of stuff, still like the head of a big company, still have the time to go to the golf course to have fun.
He came over to sit next to me, and the waiter had already placed the light beer he always wanted. I haven't seen my old friend for months, but he still seems to be very strong. After greeting me, he asked at the door: "Let's talk, young people, what's the matter?"
I was so fascinated by his sensitivity to him, so I told him in detail what it was to worry about myself. With pride in sorrow, I tried my best to tell the truth. In addition to blaming myself, I did not blame everyone for being disappointed. I analyzed the whole thing, all the unwise judgments and every move that went wrong. I spoke for about fifteen minutes, and during this time my old friend just listened quietly and slowly tasted a light beer.
After that, he put down the beer mug in his hand and said, "Go, go to my office and talk."
"Go to your office? Did you forget something?"
He said with awkwardness: "No, I want to see your reaction to one thing, nothing else."
At this time, there was a cool rain outside, but his office was warm and comfortable: the wall was filled with books, a leather sofa, a photo of Sigmund Freud autographed, the window There is a tape recorder next to it. The secretary has gone home, so there are only two of us at the moment.
My old friend took a tape from the cardboard box and put it into the recorder. Then he said: "There are three short recordings in the tape. They are three recordings of people who came to me for help. Of course, I didn't disclose these three. Personal identity. I want you to listen to these recordings to see if you can find one of the words, a word composed of two words, which is included in the three-part recording." He smiled and said : "I don't have to be so stunned, I have my own reason."
As soon as I heard it, the things shared by the three speakers in the recording seemed to be unhappy. The first one was a man. He apparently suffered some loss or some kind of failure in his business. He complained that he was not working hard enough to blame his lack of foresight. Next, she was a woman. She never became a family. Her mother was widowed, and her mother’s sense of responsibility was strong. Therefore, she let go of all the opportunities to get married. She was so sad. The third one was a mother. Her son, who was in her teens, caught the police, and she kept blaming herself.
My old friend turned off the recorder and leaned back to the back of the chair. He said: "There were six words in these recordings. The word is very harmful. Did you find out? No? Oh, maybe that's because You just used it three times in the restaurant.” He took the box with the tape and threw it to me, then said, “Look at it yourself, just on the label. The two words are all languages. The most sad language in the world."
I looked down and clearly printed two red letters on it: if so.
My old friend said: "If you know that I am sitting in this chair and have heard thousands of words at the beginning of these two words, you will feel incredible. Everyone always tells me: 'If I If I don’t do it in a different way, if I don’t lose my temper, I don’t say it so badly, I’m not so hypocritical, I don’t have a stupid lie. If I can be more sensible, or more, Or more homemade. 'If I don't interrupt them, they will always say that. Sometimes I let them listen to the recordings you just heard. I told them: 'If you don't say anymore, If we are, we may be saved."
My old friend straightened his legs and said: "The problem now is that the light says 'if it' can't solve any problem. The light says 'if it' can only make people grasp the wrong direction - look backwards instead of forward Look. Light says 'If it' is just a waste of time. If you continue to do so, finally, say 'If you' will become your own habits, then, if you do, it will become a real stumbling block and become a no longer Try the excuse."
"Now we take you as an example: your plan is not successful, why? Because you made some mistakes. However, this does not matter, it is inevitable that people who make mistakes, we have to learn from the mistakes. But, just now you are Tell me about my mistakes, regret this for a while, complain about it for a while, that means you haven’t really learned from your mistakes."
"So why do you say this to me?" I argued for myself, but I was somewhat understaffed. My old friend went on to say, "Because, this shows that you have never come out of the shadows of the past. You have nothing to say about the future. And, to be honest, to some extent, you were still fascinated by talking about yourself. The past. We all have a common human weakness, that is, we are all willing to recollect some of the mistakes we have made in the past. After all, when we talk about the disasters and setbacks we have suffered, we are still the focus of the protagonist and the stage."
I regretted it and shook my head and asked, "So, is there any way to remedy it?"
“Yes, shift focus,” my old friend replied immediately. “Replace the keyword and put it on a stimulating and not an enterprising word.”
"So, do you have any high opinions?"
"Of course! Get rid of 'if' and replace it with 'next'."
"Next time?"
"It's not bad! In this room, I have seen it many times to create a small miracle. As long as the patient repeatedly says 'if it', then he is in trouble. However, if he can face me, say ' Next time, I know that he is about to get through the storm, because it means: no matter how hard or painful he has been, he has decided to use the lessons he has learned from the past; this means that he is about to push away remorse. Stumbling blocks, cheer up, take action, live again. Try it yourself, you will understand." My old friend no longer said. At this point, I could hear the sound of raindrops falling from the window on the window glass. I tried to slowly drive out a word from the brain and replace it with another word. Of course, this is only done in the imagination, but I clearly hear the new words settled in the corresponding places in the brain.
"And, for things that can be remedied, you might want to try this method." Then, my old friend took a diary-like thing from the bookshelf behind him and said, "This is a diary, diary." The owner is a teacher in my hometown more than ten years ago. Her husband is easygoing, but she is idle, although she looks good, but she is completely incompetent to support her family. In this way, raising children and all other responsibilities She fell on her shoulders. Her diary was full of anger, counting Jonathan's weaknesses, flaws and deficiencies. Later, Jonathan died, and she hasn't mentioned it for many years, only one exception. You see here. I am elected as a superintendent today, so I think I am proud. However, if I know where Jonathan is in the sky, and if I can come to him, I will go to him tonight."
The old friend gently put up the diary and said, "Do you understand? She repeatedly said, 'If so.' If 'I accept him, including all his shortcomings; 'If I love him, then I How good is that!"
He put the book back on the bookshelf and went on to say: "This is the most sad time when these two sad words are said, because at this time everything is too late and back to heaven."
My old friend stood up stiffly and said: "Okay, class is off! Young man, I am very happy to see you, always!! Now, please help me stop a taxi, maybe I should return Home."
We walked out of the building and entered the rainy night. I saw an empty car recruiting guests, and then ran forward to prepare to stop, but was first boarded by another pedestrian.
"Oh, oh, 'If we're one step ahead, we'll stop the taxi. Are you right?" my old friend said slyly.
I smiled heartily and said, "Next time I will run faster."
"Right! That's right!" said, my old friend licked his funny hat and covered it around his ear.
Another taxi slowed down the speed. I opened the door for my old friend. The car slowly drove away, he smiled at me and waved. Since then, I have never seen him. A month later, he had a heart attack and died. He could say that he had no conscience when he died.
Today, it has been more than a year since that rainy night in Manhattan. However, until now, whenever I think of the word "if", I immediately put on the word "next". Then, I waited for the almost audible "click" sound. Whenever I heard this sound, I remembered my old friend.
Of course, this is just a small episode in eternity. If he is alive, he hopes that I will.