The years turn into ashes, and the past disappears like the wind. The most hurtful thing is time, the most ruthless thing is time, and the greatest thing is nothing but time.
In the past year, I have been wandering, lonely, sad, happy, confused, high-spirited, decadent and helpless, and I have worked hard secretly. But the results are always unsatisfactory and regrettable. I had to start thinking about who I was, what I was going to do in this world, and where I was going to end up.
Confucius said: Stand tall at thirty, and not be confused at forty. When I turn thirty, I instantly feel much older; when I turn forty, I am still confused.
There is an old saying: "Those who established great things in ancient times not only had extraordinary talents, but also must have perseverance." Let's not talk about big things. Sometimes we can't handle small things. Thinking about this, I feel very helpless. Why am I like this? One thing that is undeniable is that my ambition is always not firm. I say that the wind is like the rain. I fish for three days and dry the net for two days. If I succeed, I think it is just the luck given to me by God. It is accidental, not inevitable.
I like writing, but I haven’t found my own direction yet. I seem to know everything from prose, novels, and poetry. In fact, I am not proficient in anything. I have not traced the source, inquired deeply, and become hysterical. So this is what I am most confused about right now. It seems like I can do everything, but in fact I can’t do anything.
At this moment, I couldn’t find the direction I wanted to work on. I wandered around the world like a lonely ghost every day, and I didn’t find the shore. If there was a shore, I would be very happy, but I just looked and couldn’t find it. I seemed to see it, but I couldn’t. I just let my luck wander in the wind, like a slender reed. I concluded that if this reed were left free, it would be broken sooner or later. I have to lie down in the water, look for the direction of my drifting, and then be picked up, dried, and then woven into a mat. In this case, it may last longer.
If time gives me more opportunities, perhaps the path will be clearer, the path will be more accurate, and the path will be clearer. Flowers bloom and fall year after year, and clouds roll and bloom year after year. New year, new hope, new year, new outlook, new year, new beginning.
I hope that my life will have more planning, more goals, more execution, and more implementation. Only in this way will your life be enriched, and you will have ambition, hope and future.
In the new year, I hope that everyone can find their own specific goals and then gradually implement them. Even if there are waves, twists and turns, and obstacles in the process, as long as you take one step at a time, you can at least make some mistakes, so that you can find your own path. The road to simplicity lies in oneself. Follow the laws of nature and strive forward!
It’s still the same question, who are you, what do you want to do in this world, and where do you want to end up? It’s hard to figure this out, and it’s even harder to do it. Those who are successful have simply figured out this problem and then walked steadily, steadily, smoothly, gracefully, and freely! Most of the people we have trouble with are people who can't figure it out. Of course, maybe there is no need to rush, at some point, we will all figure it out naturally!
New year, new atmosphere! New year, new road! I hope everyone is a dream chaser and realizes their life dreams! I wish everyone in the world a happy new year, all the best, and good luck!
