I remember reading such a sentence: long-termism is a super amplifier of small energy, and if ordinary people can persist in dying one thing for a long time, they can also create enviable miracles. I have no doubt about that.
There are too many people around, all their lives are struggling for the survival of chai rice oil and salt, today's efforts are today, tomorrow's worries are tomorrow's worries. How many people have actually achieved the goal of long-termism?
My cousin is the more famous "big music household" in our village for dozens of miles. Ordinary people's marriages and funerals will call a group of people who know how to play and sing, knock and beat to set off the atmosphere, and we call these people "Happy Households". The cousin is whoever has this need will think of his happy account.
The cousin only has a primary school education, did not have a regular business life before marriage, remember the two years when he just married his sister-in-law, and the little two often make trouble because they have no money to spend dry battles. He was not good at words, and naturally he was often scolded by his powerful sister-in-law, and I still have an impression of his distorted and deformed face due to sorrow, resignation, and redness.
Later, the cousin, driven by a friend, liked to blow the whistle, which was more than a foot long, and there was a big horn in front of it, and the sound would be heard far away, usually used after the funeral. We call the whistle "devil" here, and the person who blows the whistle is naturally called "the devil who blows the devil."
The cousin began to borrow other people's screams to blow in his house, because it was a funeral, it was used, the sound was like a person crying, he blew like a chicken, intermittently, whimpering, everyone felt unlucky, they all annoyed him, someone scolded him loudly at the door, saying that he was cursing whose family died. He ran far into the ground with his scream and blew it. If you listen carefully at home, you can always hear a faint sound.
Later, he played a supporting role with other "musicians" playing gongs and banging gongs. Later, he successively bought or borrowed more trombones and trumpets, drums and other things to practice, often with some people with the same hobbies to practice at his home, his family often became a small band, and his cousin was also an all-round talent in this gang, and he could afford any kind of instrument. We little children are always around to watch the liveliness, singing and dancing to the symphony.
Later, he and these people took over some nearby funeral dowries, opening celebrations and other work that needed to be blown and beaten to earn money, of course, his family's life was getting better and better, bought a car, built a two-story western-style building, and made the eyes of those in the village who annoyed him at first. He has also become a happy household with a far-reaching statement in ten miles and eight townships, and he is simply very busy with others, whoever has needs is always willing to find him. The sister-in-law walked in the village with a natural smile on her face, and couldn't help but look happy, and was quipped by some daughters-in-law that "the money at home can't be counted." She smiled like a winner in life.
A small story suddenly came to mind: a group of people gathered around a crocodile pool and bet that whoever dared to swim through the pool would take away the 1 million cash on the table. Looking at the crocodile with fangs in the pool, the crowd was discouraged. Suddenly, a person jumped down with a "pounce" sound, and was chased by the crocodile and swam desperately through the pool, and when he came ashore, he was unharmed. The crowd watched him take the 1 million from the table and sighed. But he turned back and scolded: "Mother, who pushed Lao Tzu just now?"
When you try your best to finally succeed, should you also thank the person who pushed you in the first place?
If you envy others that their lives are better than their own, they will continue to work the things they like and on which they can make a living in the future, dig a well deeply, and believe that time is the only criterion for testing the truth.