"Youth is a time of learning wisdom;
Old age is a time of wisdom. ”
When we were young, we worked hard
When you are old, it is better to relax
Unleash the lessons learned from life
Calmly face life...
Chasing dreams and distances when you are young
In old age, I learn to be calm and calm
Author: Rousseau
Excerpt from "Reverie of a Lonely Wanderer"
There is no doubt that adversity is a great teacher, but it requires us to pay a high price, and the price paid is often not equal to the benefits gained. Moreover, the opportunity to exploit these belated experiences has been missed long before we have mastered them. Youth is the period of learning wisdom; old age is the period of application of wisdom. Experience is always educational, I admit; but experience can only play a guiding role in the future. Wait until death is coming to know how to spend your life, is it still too late?
We stepped into the arena from birth and couldn't leave until we died. What's the point of learning how to master a carriage and find yourself at the end of the racecourse? They have come to an end, and the only thing to consider should be how to exit.
From a young age, I decided that forty would be a watershed moment, and from forty years old, I would say goodbye to hard work and fly camps. Once I reach the age of forty, no matter what my situation is, I am determined to live every day as natural as I want, no longer struggling to get out of trouble, and never worrying about the future. When this moment came, although it seemed to me that I should choose a more secure path from my chances at that time, I resolutely implemented my plan.
For the choice of retiring, I not only have no regrets, but also get real happiness from it. I was completely immersed in the spiritual world of leisure and tranquility, and this has always been my unwavering desire and my indelible attachment. I left the crowd and the glitz of the world, faded all the costumes; no longer swords, no longer wearing watches, no longer wearing white stockings, no longer white socks, no longer whitewashing myself with gilded jewelry and fancy hairstyles —a simple wig of a basic style and a set of well-textured velvet coats are enough. Not only that, but even better than all this, I uprooted greed and covetousness from the bottom of my heart—and it was this greed that gave me a clear price for what I had given up.
Makeovers are not limited to external objects. I feel that a change of heart means the need for another, more difficult but also more necessary, conceptual reform. Determined to devote myself to the battle, I began to think strictly about my heart and decided to spend the rest of my life fixing it so that it would eventually be what I wanted it to be before I died.
Now that I have matured, my understanding has reached its peak, but it is also close to the final decline. If I continue to wait, when the enlightenment of my old age comes, I will not be able to exert my full strength. At that time, my wisdom will lose its vitality, and I will try to do the best thing today, and then I will not be able to do it. Therefore, we must seize the opportunity at hand, this is the period of external material reform, but also the period of spiritual and moral reform. Let me make my points and principles clear at once, and hopefully I will always remain the way I think I should be for the rest of my life after much deliberation.
I slowly and gradually moved forward with the plan, pouring all my efforts and efforts into it. I felt strongly that the peace of my life and the final outcome depended on it. It was as if I were in a labyrinth, lost in confusion, puzzles, dissent, twists and turns, and darkness, so that after more than twenty thoughts of giving up everything, I gave up the futile pursuit, and in the midst of painstaking contemplation, I almost retreated to the accepted law of prudence, and no longer sought the truth in the principles that I had spent so much effort to sort out.
But this prudence itself was foreign to me, and I felt from the bottom of my heart that adopting such a cautious attitude was in itself inappropriate, let alone as a guide to life—it was tantamount to looking for a signal lamp in a stormy sea that could hardly point the way, without a rudder or compass, and which did not point to any harbor.
I persevered: for the first time in my life, I had courage, and it was because of this courage that I was able to endure the terrible fate that had begun to surround me since then, but I was still unaware. No mortal can compare with my early years of searching, in terms of ferventness and sincerity, but after that, I decided to focus my life only on the feelings that were really important to me. ......
In this way, at least for a limited time, I can maximize my own value and not become a complete fool. In my own situation, I feel that what frightens me most in this world is the eternal fate of abandoning the soul in order to enjoy all the pleasures of the world—the pleasures of the world have never been too important in my eyes.
The truths I have come to my knees have gained peace, and since then I have enshrined them as unshakable guidelines for my own conduct, and have never again been troubled by my unresolvable, unforeseen, and recent rebuttals that have haunted me from time to time. Those refutations of dissent still make me anxious at times, but they can no longer shake my convictions. I always say to myself that those are nothing more than sophistry and cunning, and that they are insignificant compared to the basic principles of acceptance by my reason, approval by my soul, and inner approval in the midst of silent suffering. ......
Just when I was naïve and innocent, calm, thinking that others would only treat me with respect and kindness, and just when I was holding a cheerful and trusting heart and pouring out my heart to my friends and brothers, the perfidious people had quietly laid a trap for me from hell.
Disasters come unexpectedly, and are unbearable for a proud and self-respecting soul. I was pushed into the mud, unexpected pain made me stunned, never knew who the initiator was, did not know what it was for, I was deeply immersed in the abyss of shame, surrounded by terrible shadows, and all I saw was eerie and terrifying things.
When these accidents first struck, I was knocked to the ground, and if I had not accumulated the strength to fall and then get up, I might never have recovered from such unexpected and unfortunate blows.
After years of restlessness, I finally picked myself up and started to focus on my heart. Only then did I realize how much energy and price I had paid to resist fate. I am determined to pay close attention to what seems important and worthy of evaluation in my opinion, and in comparing the past code of conduct to my own situation, I find myself giving undue weight to the absurd and nonsensical judgments of others and the many small things in my short life.
Human life is full of all kinds of trials and tribulations, and it does not matter exactly what these sufferings look like, as long as they can achieve the desired effect. Therefore, the more suffering, the more difficult it is, the more endless it is, and the more beneficial it is to know how to bear it. In the face of those who can realize from misfortune the importance and inevitability of bitterness, any most intense suffering will lose its lethality; and the conviction of bitterness is the most important result I have ever attained in my previous silent reflection.
We will eventually grow old
On the way to getting older
You may wish to use a sincere heart
Admire the scenery along the way and the people around you
Because that's your most precious asset
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