Childhood ideal: just an intelligence test, not the ideal itself.
When I was a child, adults often touched my head and asked me what I would do when I grew up. At that time, I always stood up and said loudly that I wanted to be a scientist or a glorious PLA when I grew up, and then the adults happily praised me for my ambition.
To tell the truth, I didn't know what kind of career a scientist or the People's Liberation Army was at that time, but I knew in my young mind that a child who wants to be a scientist must be a good boy-not all books say so. Adults don't understand how unrealistic it is to discuss long-term ambitions with a child who doesn't understand the world. I don't know if other children are like me, but in my life, strictly speaking, I didn't have any lofty ideals when I was young. If there is, it's as simple as that-as long as parents like it, teachers like it.
When I grow up, I finally understand that scientists are not so easy to be, and adults don't seem to care. The shadow of childhood gradually faded away, and those lofty ideals that were almost ridiculous were put in my drawer. Strictly speaking, however, those were not my real childhood ideals. I have no ambition to become a scientist. It is an intelligence test that many children have to face when they are young. Has nothing to do with the ideal itself. The real ideal will be behind.
Teenager's ideal: truly belong to oneself, that is the whole of life.
I think, no matter a great man or a mortal, the ideal is probably based on interest. For a time, I was fascinated by painting. I spent almost all my parents' pocket money on things related to painting. I practice drawing most of the time every day. I have long known the story of Leonardo drawing eggs, so I also learned to put an egg on the table and make a lasting description. I dream that one day I can be a great painter like Leonardo da Vinci, and my works can be collected as rare treasures. Finally, one day, I took an "egg" that I was most satisfied with to participate in the children's painting competition in the county. Because of an egg, I dream that I will be as successful as Da Vinci.
However, on the day when the contest was announced, I searched for my beloved "eggs" in the works exhibited in the county cultural center all morning. I'm completely disappointed! So I doubt whether the judges are fair, whether Leonardo da Vinci really became a famous painter because he painted an egg, and finally I doubt whether I have a talent for painting.
As a result, the first ideal that really belongs to me in my life was shattered. Now that I think about it, I can't help but feel a little ridiculous. However, at that time, it was my whole life. Of course, I now know that Leonardo didn't succeed by drawing an egg, which I didn't understand when I was a teenager.
Youth's ideal: to do it for the longest time is to really fight for it.
In high school, I began to dream of becoming a writer again. This dream may be the longest. At that time, in class, my composition was often read as a model essay. It is based on this poor vanity that I began my long pursuit of a writer's dream. However, after writing a lot of articles, the writer has never made it. Once, I read from an article by a great writer that "a writer should stick to poverty and be willing to be lonely". I lament that I am poor and lonely enough, why I still can't be a "home". I think, maybe loneliness and hard work alone are not enough, maybe I have rich life experience. I am still young, and my inexperience is inevitable. I can comfort myself. But some very young writers (who probably don't have much experience) have become "family", which is really shameful! Then I thought, to be a writer, maybe you need talent, luck or something.
People are born with dreams.
I have been working for many years now, doing complicated things every day. For a time, the sea became a common practice, and many people my age set sail, but I still stuck to the side of "poverty", which really smelled like everyone was busy and I was lonely. It suddenly occurred to me that I had a dream before, that is, to be the boss of a large enterprise or group. I think I want to get rich in my bones, but I dare not show it, because I think it is too slim to become a millionaire. One day, I swam with my friends in the bustling market at night and looked at the tall buildings, such as traffic on the water, and I couldn't help but have mixed feelings. Suddenly I couldn't help shouting, "I want to get rich!" I want to get rich! " Attracted passers-by to look at each other, and friends were dumbfounded. I'm afraid they think I'm crazy!
However, what I am shouting is only a distant wish in my heart, and my life has not changed at all. In my life, there are still constant disillusionment and new ideals. Growing up, I don't know how many dreams I had. Ideals are sweet and bitter (mostly sweet at first, then bitter), profound and superficial, open and secret, long-term and short-lived, fought for them, and just passed by. There is a TV series called "Women are Born to Dream". I think men are also born to dream. Most people living in the world dream, and few people don't dream. I'm afraid no one!
Although the days have passed day by day, I am glad that I still have dreams, because that at least makes me feel that life has goals and hopes, although some ideals are too far away and even bring me pain.
I think, if one day, I have no dream, it is really cruel and terrible!
Perhaps, some people will think that the failure and pain on the road of life is the injustice of fate. Here, I want to tell a fable to share with you. There is a magnificent statue soaring into the sky in the empty square, and the ground is covered with neat marble slabs. Marble square brick looked up at the towering statue and complained, We are all made of the same material. Why do you accept the admiration of thousands of people every day, while I am trampled by thousands of people every day? The statue smiled and said slowly, "We are indeed made of the same material, but do you remember our making process?" ? You, after only a few simple cuts, have now become square and neat; As for me, it took me thousands of times to chisel with a knife and axe to get my face today. "Students, I heard that, do you still think that pain is unfortunate and failure is unfair? Perhaps you have experienced or are experiencing hardships unimaginable to ordinary people, please regard it as wealth! This is your best step towards success. Throughout the ages, there are countless stories in adversity. After ten years of experience, Gou Jian, the King of Yue, finally realized the oath that "three thousand Yue families can swallow Wu". Sima Qian, who suffered from corruption and humiliation, wrote Records of the Historian, which was called "the historian's swan song, Li Sao has no rhyme"; Cao Xueqin, who fell at the door, was eating porridge with his family and kept writing. China's classic novel A Dream of Red Mansions, which reflects the decline of feudal families, was born. Chen Jingrun, who lives in a secluded room, has been interacting with black pen and white paper all day, and has worked hard for more than ten years, winning the jewel in the crown of mathematics. These people have never been in adversity or faced difficulties. However, they are not as depressed and discouraged as ordinary people expected. On the contrary, they broke out in adversity, rose up in difficulties and achieved far-reaching success. From this perspective, adversity does not mean despair. As long as you are open-minded, happy, ambitious and willing to act, you may still capture the light of your life. Balzac, a great French writer, has a proverb: Suffering is a stepping stone to genius, the wealth of the brave and the abyss of the weak. Adversity is not destined to be overcome, and people are not born to be defeated. Whether we can be fearless of many obstacles on the road to success depends on our own goals. The cactus in the depths of Gobi, despite the wind and sand, still stands. Yellow pine on the cliff, let the rain and snow thunder, proudly smile. The essence of life is more obvious because of the struggle against adversity. If we all have the same perseverance, even if we are an upside-down willow branch, as long as we strive to obtain from the land and pursue from the sky, we may also support our own shade! What is life? "Difficulties" say that life is a road full of thorns and bumps, "depression" says that life is endless troubles, "failure" says that life is dizziness after being knocked down, and "selfishness" says that life is to achieve its goals by hook or by crook. I want to say that life is a brilliant flower from life. Time advances according to its eternal law, and time will not pity any sad heart. Since setbacks, pains, difficulties and obstacles are destined to follow us from the day we start living, let us bear this imperfection with strength. Bravely face the scars in life, cross the bumpy road of life, shed sweat, tears and even blood here, let us touch ourselves, influence others, and thank the pain and failure in life. One day, we will understand that suffering is a strong teacher, while being proud of the world is just. Finally, I ended my speech with another fable that I like very much. There are many animals in the vast forest. The sun goes down, and the heroic lion is thinking, tomorrow, when the sun rises, I must run hard to catch up with the fastest antelope; At the same time, the agile antelope is also thinking, tomorrow, when the sun rises, I must run hard to escape the fastest lion! Students, whether you are a lion or an antelope, no matter how many setbacks and failures you encounter, tomorrow, when the sun rises, your only task is to run hard! Because, we are having youth!
My dream
Some people say; "Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark; Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp; Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night; Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn. " Yes, ideal is a ray of light in the darkness. If someone asks me what my ideal is. I will not hesitate to say, "My ideal is to be a point guard." To be a good team brain, every time the point guard organizes an attack, it is possible to help his teammates score. With his threading, his teammates can play fluently.
I also have an ideal, that is, to become an excellent point guard while trying to catch up with the honor of my predecessors, such as John Stokes, the king of assists and steals in NBA history. I admire his wonderful passing and helping his teammates score, but I also feel sorry for my predecessors, because he and Michael Jordan, the "God of Basketball", can only become "thousands" at the same time. Because even if I can't surpass this senior, I can make a history, that is, becoming the first point guard in Asia to land in the NBA. This is also a high honor. No matter how difficult it is, I will try my best to achieve it, just as Liushahe said: the ideal makes you forget your sideburns and grow old early; Ideal makes your head white and naive.
I will pursue my ideal with the heart of forging ahead and never giving up!