Sometimes for a moment, I think people's lives are quite boring.
I went to the funeral of one of my relatives who died young, and his life was a mess, and many people said that he had no meaning in this life.
What makes sense? If it is said that there is no meaning in living in a mess and without achievements, is it meaningful to persist in the end and make achievements?
There's a joke that when are poor people and rich people the same? The answer is in the bathhouse, because in the bathhouse the poor and the rich are naked, and it is impossible to see who is poor and who is rich. I think this is not thorough enough, I think that people can only really see the difference after they die, everyone is a piece of yellow soil, and really everyone can be equal.
Since it will eventually return to the loess, what perseverance, what achievements and what is the significance? Like my relative whose life was considered a mess, a hundred years later, how am I different from him? It seems that in this life, whether people insist on it or be confused, there is no difference, there is no meaning.
I once heard someone tell such a story. It was a very poor child, and when he was studying, he often went to a noodle restaurant to eat a bowl of clear soup noodles.
It's not that young children don't want to add eggs, it's just that the economy can't support it. One day, after the noodles were served, the poor boy stirred the noodles and found that there was an extra egg at the bottom of the bowl, and he asked the boss doubtfully that he had not asked for more eggs. "It's free," the boss replied casually.
In this way, every time a poor child comes to the store to eat noodles, there will always be an extra egg at the bottom of his bowl that is given away for "free" until he is admitted to college.
Poor children have a good job after graduation, and their lives have been greatly improved. When he remembered the small shop next to the school, he wondered if he should thank the boss, but in the end he dismissed this idea, he felt that he should let this feeling be buried deep in his heart, not every feeling should have results...
A few years passed, and the once poor child came to the small shop of that year. This small county town has changed a lot now, fortunately, this noodle shop is still there, and the owner is still the boss of the past, but his face is wrinkled and his hair is gray.
He asked for a bowl of noodles and eggs. The boss brought the noodles over, brought a plate of pickles, and told him with a smile, "This is a gift." Apparently, the boss did not recognize him.
The taste was still that, and he ate the noodles in the bowl and listened to the boss and his wife talk about something, saying that they would soon be moving away, and the rent was rising year after year, and they could not bear it.
He lived in the small town for half a month, and every day he had to go to the store to eat a bowl of noodles with eggs, and sometimes he wanted to tell the boss about the year, at least to say "thank you" to him, but in the end he did not do that.
The town did not have any of his relatives, but walking in the streets of the city, he felt very kind, especially when he was so discouraged...
One day, the owner of the noodle shop went to clean up the noodle bowl after a young man had finished eating, and found that there was a letter pressed at the bottom of the bowl. When I opened it, it told the story of a poor child who came to his house to study a few years ago, often came to his house to eat noodles, and he gave him an egg "for free" every time. He wrote that believed it or not, the bowl of boiled noodles, and the egg, had given him too much.
At the end of the letter, he wrote that he was terminally ill and would soon die, and he bought the noodle shop as a "giveaway" to the owner, and the shop would never close.
It's a moving story. But there is no doubt that it can also have other different versions, such as a poor child to eat noodles, the boss is talking about business, I will give you what you call; or, a poor child in a foreign country, can not stand the strange eyes of his classmates, and finally dropped out of school to go home, resigned to fate; even a poor child broke the jar and broke, never insisted on anything, settled with the status quo, and finally lived a chaotic life.
In our original words, everyone is going to die anyway, and everyone is the same when they die, so why bother, what do you want to insist on?
Before we read this story, you may be more receptive to this truth, and when you read it, you don't say it completely, at least more or less, you will feel that people don't do something, stick to something, it seems that it is not quite right.
So how is the real version of this story different from the subsequent versions I designed for it? You will find that the real version has more of the boss's kindness, more of the poor child's patience and persistence, and more of the gratitude of the child's final return - the truth, goodness and beauty between people have taken a complete cycle.
The so-called truth, goodness and beauty are the full embodiment of human nature and the true connotation of a person's vitality.
Yes, so why insist, and what is the point of perseverance? The meaning of perseverance lies in fully exerting a person's vitality; in other words, only by persevering can we truly live out the meaning of human beings.