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!