Missing a corner to gain more

I recently received an email from a friend who has not been in contact for a long time. In fact, it is difficult to clearly define the relationship between me and this friend.

About 10 years ago, my family worked as a host family for a month, and a middle school student from Germany lived in my house. Her name is Weaverka, and I need to ensure that she goes to a middle school in Xidan area every day and is responsible for her food and shelter. Although I lived together for a month, but the Germans were too rigorous, and non-native language exchanges, we did not become very close.

After Weaverka left Beijing, we kept an email communication, but the frequency of communication was also very low. It took only two or three years to get an email.

From her email, I know that after she left China, she looked for two similar exchange programs, living in each country for dozens of days or even longer, to understand the ordinary days of ordinary people in these places.

A year ago, Wilfka resigned and worked in India and China for six months. She is now adjusting at home, accompanied by her father every day, leisurely telling stories along the way in her hometown.

It’s these sparse mails that have slowly changed my mind about Wilfka: from the initial dissatisfaction, to the later understanding, to the ultimate envy, I have begun to admire this smaller than me. A foreign woman of nearly twenty years old.

I once asked her, always wandering around like this, don't you think it's a waste of time? Will there be no success in the future, and regret not being hard enough when young?

Weaverka told me that her father had been a carpenter for a lifetime. When Dad was about to become an adult, he was asked to travel alone by his grandfather, and he was only allowed to bring a small amount of money. Dad learned to do carpentry on the road, and the cost of travel was mostly earned by making furniture. "He earns enough money to support himself, and he feels very happy, because the old and the young people in the town love to listen to him telling stories. I can be a good person like him. I have been to where I have been. less."

Listening to the story of Wilfka, I can't help but think of the children around me. When Weaverka kept looking for her next year, our children were only busy with one thing - the exam. Because it seems that only the exam is tested, you can have a perfect life. When Weaverka quit his job, only to realize the dream of "looking for the snowy mountains", our young people are desperately squeezing their own time and inspiring their potential. Because it seems that only in this way can we earn more money and gain a higher status in order to truly have a perfect life.

We have been educating our children to be humble and to look at their own shortcomings. Therefore, what our children have been doing since childhood has been to find their own shortcomings, and then to correct them, and try to gradually grow into a trend under the education of parents and teachers. Nearly perfect person.

Must be perfect?

I have read a fairy tale book with only a thousand words, "Looking for the missing corner." A circle that lacked a corner was very unhappy, and he set off to find the missing corner. He sang all the way to sing songs, because he lacked a corner and couldn't roll very fast, so sometimes he stopped to talk to the bugs, or smelled the flowers, sometimes surpassing the beetle's car, and sometimes the beetle surpassed him. He passed through the swamp and the jungle, and he went up the mountain and down the mountain. He found too big, too small, too square, too sharp, and when he was desperate, he suddenly found the one that suits him best. He was very happy and began to roll forward, because there was no longer something missing, he was getting faster and faster, and he couldn’t stop. He can no longer talk to the bugs, and he can't smell the flowers. He can't get a butterfly on his body. So he stopped and gently put the corner down and walked away calmly.

This missing corner understands that after the so-called perfection, it is not as happy as he thought.

For us, true perfection is not necessarily success and happiness. The meaning of life lies in the process, not the result.

Accept your own imperfections and enjoy your own imperfections, and the good will come at your fingertips.