Dreams must be there, it’s important to hurry

Four years ago, when I was on the job, there was a small girl in the class. She rarely spoke and rarely performed. Most of the time, she just sat quietly in a corner to take lectures and then bowed her head to take notes. She is the only girl who reports to the library every day. No one will pay attention to this inconspicuous girl. The men and women of twenty-five-year-olds are only immersed in the excitement of the first time, then go to dinner in groups, and even forget the final graduation speech. The highest score for the final exam is her, even the teacher said, this is an unexpected surprise. She is dressed in a professional attire, and she is indifferent, and in the speech of the words, we become viewers and self-defeating. The last sentence of her speech is: I think, on the way to dream, I will be a low-headed person.

When we were young, we always like to talk about ideals. Because we have not grown up, we think that there is a long road that can lead to the distance. Just like you ask the children of kindergarten, they will tell you that I want to win the Nobel Prize, I want to be the UN Secretary General, I want to be a writer, I want to be a pilot. We can't be young, we don't work hard, and some just endlessly cope and exhausted dreams. After growing up, I found that my dream was still on my lips, but everything in my dreams began to vanish, and only the ideals left, I don’t know if I should stick to it.

Instability is caused by reality. The reality is always cruel. Some people will throw their dreams away. Some people’s dreams are still mirages, and they are stagnating. There are countless good things in their dreams, but they can't change a small step in their down-to-earth. Ten years ago, I went to the basement of a North drift friend. She smoked a cigarette and told me that she wanted to be the best musician. At that time, I only saw the ash on the piano, the scores were wrinkled, there was a pile of cigarette butts on the ground, and the moldy smell was there in my ten days in Beijing. In the ten days, every time I went to find her, she was sleeping in the hood. In the gap between meals, she talked about her dreams in a lively way - for example, if I want to sign a company in the future, I would like to cooperate with a certain person in the future. Today, ten years later, she still has not stepped out of her basement, and some are just getting more and more addiction and getting more and more blessed. She slept during the day and went to the club at night. She had a lot of credit cards and debts. She still mentioned her dreams occasionally, but her dreams are clearer and farther and farther.

There is a poem: I don't think about whether I can succeed. Since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about the wind and rain. In today's increasingly uncertain day, we see that our peers who have succeeded in success will always be afraid of being left behind, so they are uneasy and anxious. Dreams are close at hand and far away. Sometimes, we even fear that we will become flies in glass bottles. We can't fly into the natural world when we see the distance, thinking that the future is bright, but it is always futile. In the face of the vain life, we gave up every step of our feet and eager to leap to heaven at any step.

However, our simple dreams need to be gradually advanced. We don't know which moments we succeeded, but if we don't work hard, we won't come at that moment. The cousin of the graduate student of the University of California was sent a lyrical WeChat on a certain night: there is no night in the library. Everyone is looking down at the book. The tiredness is something other than the skin. Only one pair of computers is staring at the project. The eyes of the homework, facing the lack of space all day long. Before she went to the United States, she was just a little girl. The mobile phone was a pop song that couldn’t stop. Now it’s a large section of English books. On her social networking site, it’s no longer superficial selfies and big movies. The chicken soup of the soul is mostly the professional materials that are closely related and the terminology that the outsiders no longer know.

That day, I saw a paragraph: Although we are not in the same place, we also walked through the night of the soul, the road is far away, and the youth is dried up by reality. But most young people have not put their dreams on their lips, but instead silently bow their heads and make strides until the wind of dawn blows to their faces. Suddenly remembered what my father said to me when I was young: when a shallow person said his dream, the practical person has already reached his dream.