"What is your dream?" My dream is to get rich! Send it for yourself!
Last year, a video of a Hangzhou primary school student's speech went viral online. The title of the speech was "I Have a Dream," which is more noble than other students' lofty dreams of being a doctor, a teacher, and a scientist. A primary school student stood up and said, "My dream is relatively simple, that is, I just want to get rich and make money for myself." Immediately the audience burst into laughter.
The video was posted online and denounced by many people, saying that this is not the dream of a primary school student. This dream is so mundane and superficial. Shouldn't a child have such a dream? Those who talk about "altruism" with their mouths open, are they really altruistic? In my opinion, it is basically "self-interest" under the guise of "altruism". Because as long as a person still thinks that he is altruistic, it means that its starting point is still for himself.
To appear great. The Diamond Sutra says that as long as you think you are doing charity, it means that you are still not really doing charity, and people who are really "altruistic" will not put these two words on their lips at all. Anyone who puts words like "charity, altruism, great love" on their lips is basically a true egoist. Most people have a lot of disdain and condemnation for this kind of self-interest with altruistic slogans.
Live yourself as a moral example of spirituality, material poverty. In fact, the real sadness of this era is not that children understand the meaning of money early. Rather, as adults, we don't know anything about the truth that money brings. What is your dream? This is a question we have been constantly interrogated from childhood to adulthood. When we were young, we were talking about being a scientist, being a teacher, being a doctor, being an engineer. We have all kinds of beautiful imaginations, our bright and beautiful figures, but from childhood to adulthood, whether it is a school teacher or your own parents, it seems that we have never told us: Children, you must work hard to make money, earn money, only qualified to talk about happiness. Not making money, doing anything in the eyes of others is humble. When we have in our hearts the praise of parents and teachers, and carry the proud academic qualifications, knowledge, and dreams in our pockets, like a proud son of heaven, we begin to walk into the ideal life we have longed for for a long time.
What reality gives us is: every day with a tired body to squeeze the subway to take the bus, being stepped on. He was often criticized by the leaders, his salary did not improve, his parents were getting old and sick day by day, and he could only ask: "Dad, Mom, you should pay more attention to your body." Dreams, the things that used to be fantasized day and night, were defeated by the cruel chai rice oil and salt, and they were so lonely and stuffed into the most secret corners of their hearts.
We who once had dreams have become greasy, bald, confused...
We who once had dreams have become silent, melancholy, anxious...
We who once had dreams have become desolate, embarrassed, and nestled...
We who once had dreams, from tears when we heard the old boy's song, to numbly saying: Closed, quarreled to death. As a result, many adults were poked in the sore spot by the most authentic and simple words of the schoolboy, and then pretended not to care, because it was a naked mockery of themselves. Linking fortune to dreams is not the fault of this schoolboy; Linking wealth to dreams is not our shame. Because in the face of money, dignity seems to be collapsed.