We have to learn to lose on the road of life.

I still remember the first class of the MBA in the past. The teacher said: "There are only two kinds of people in the world: the first place, and the loser." At that time, I was as passionate as all the classmates, and vowed to become an elite who changed the world. This is how many years have passed. Now I just want to say proudly: "Teacher, I have failed."

Yes, life doesn't need to be so first, failure and the last one is also a relief and relief.

The first time I felt this was a yoga class two years ago. At that time, I didn't know anything about yoga. My friend took me to "Ashtanga." I saw that the students, like a folding mobile phone, easily bent their heads to the calves, and I bent 10 degrees before, and my forehead had already burst out. When the students are standing, they can raise their right leg by 90 degrees, then pull all the sides to the right, and I lean against the wall, and the legs are still crumbling.

After the class, I have two conclusions: First, I will never come again. Second, the original last one is this feeling.

Later I went. In addition to the good size of the female students, but also to appreciate the pleasure of the last one.

From small to large, I am the first. The first volunteer school, the first volunteer company, the first volunteer girlfriend. It seems that there is no first, life is not worth living.

I am not a genius. In order to stay first, I need a lot of push. So I forced myself to learn composition, force myself to make up GMAT, and force myself to be with my girlfriend who is perfect in appearance and unsuitable for personality.

This took a big circle. Now, I forgot what I learned in the first volunteer school, left the shade of the first volunteer company, and hid the souvenir sent by the first volunteer girlfriend. I am like a long-distance flight traveller and finally landed. And the best part is that you don't need to wait for your luggage.

Then I suddenly found out: When the last one is not bad.

At the beginning, I was ashamed of being the last one. Sneaking at home and going to the classroom to force myself. However, when I learned that I was absolutely unable to catch up with these classmates, I gave up.

Give up, not to say no. I still go, but there is no longer any "competition, comparison" heart. I even gave up the time course of "progress, breakthrough". "Do not seek to win others, but seek to surpass yourself." "You must be able to touch the calf after three months!" "You must be able to stand upside down after half a year!" These familiar patterns are not thought of.

From small to large, I have not abandoned this for self-destruction. In the past, I thought that anyone can be new and new. Anything can be done with hardships. Now sitting in the yoga classroom, I don't want to be strict with myself, I just want to go hand in hand with myself. I no longer want to conquer the world, I just want to know myself.

So I can do the actions I can do. If I can't do it, I will look at the female classmates with admiration. If you can catch up, do the same action with your classmates. If you can't catch up, skip it. Feeling the life I found out: When I admit that I am the last one, I no longer give myself the pressure to win, and others have no expectations for me, so I can simply enjoy yoga and do better. The teacher was afraid that my self-esteem was hurt and asked if I would like to go to the primary class. I said that I want to stay, because here I can be the last one!

There is the attitude of being the last one, not afraid to lose, and the burden on the road of life has become lighter. The kind of calmness that is not afraid of failure is exactly what I have been searching for!