Poverty, like an invisible glass wall, blocks my vision and restricts the imagination in my mind. Imagine a well-known LV design director, who seems to be a magician in the fashion industry, carrying a bag worth tens of millions in his right hand, which seems to be a shining star, attracting everyone's attention. He wears a pair of glasses worth about six million on his eyes, and each lens is like a fragment of a dream, shining with a heart-warming light. On his left hand, he wears a watch worth 12 million, which is not only a watch, but also a work of art of time, recording every precious moment.
This design director, his net worth is as high as about 30 million, not counting clothes and shoes, which is enough to make ordinary people jaw-dropping. His story is like a legend, from the identity of a singer to the position of design director, as if to tell everyone that life is like a big drama, and everyone has the potential to become their own protagonist. His success seems to perfectly interpret the philosophy of "time, fate, and luck", and people can't help but sigh at the magic of fate.
However, for me personally, those luxuries seem to be just bright stars in the distant starry sky, although beautiful has nothing to do with me. I know that no matter how expensive it is, it records the same time as a cheap watch in my hand, 24 hours a day, and every second is equally precious.
Therefore, I choose to live each day seriously and cherish every moment. I believe that there are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't have to force it. Everyone has their own stage and role, no need to envy the aura of others, just work hard to bloom in their own world.
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