Standing at the end of youth, helpless. Life is incomplete, how can life be perfect? This is God's most precious gift to mankind. How can we know how to use such a precious thing without experience? In fact, no matter how we spend our precious youth, we can only throw it away.

Are you willing to add a dispensable chip to your slim future with your shining youth? Or put aside the bleak rainy season, maverick "idealism"? To tell the truth, you are only facing Hobson's choice. It doesn't really matter whether you choose or not. Because the result of choosing and not choosing is the same.

Human beings, who claim to be the spirit of all things, are doomed to be different from other animals because they are doomed to be incomplete. Ancient philosophers hesitated to live or join the WTO. When he was born, he was destined to abandon fame and fortune and be poor all his life; Entering WTO is doomed to abandon the nature of freedom and be trapped in the secular cage. Everything is on thin ice and timid. Life hesitates between matter and spirit, because it can only go to one side.

Not to mention that Tao Zhugong, who is extremely rich, gave up his ideal helplessly, creating defects for his perfect life, but he also needs to see that the "saint" is bound by his own political views. Since he has become the pride of the material world, he is probably an outcast in the spiritual world. Rich people are a dime a dozen, and how many can really be called a happy life? How many people dare to say that life is complete and has no regrets?

Poor Faust, a pedant, doesn't know that life is too beautiful, so beautiful that no matter what lifestyle you choose, it is like a waste. Life is like a pearl in a mythical world. It comes from the sand and returns to the sand. Only the middle part is crystal clear. Ideal and realistic life are like two branches of hyperbola. They cannot intersect, so they are doomed to be incomplete.

In the face of an incomplete life, how should we choose? I can't know at the age of seventeen, because neither do the living masters. I have seen the Lost Town, walked through the long river of ice and snow, and published a thousand-year sigh, but he is still struggling to find the source of civilization and the fulcrum of life. Milan? Kundera, a wanderer in the spiritual world, compares the spirit and the flesh, appreciates the unbearable lightness of life and wanders helplessly in the boundless spiritual world.

Since the living masters have not found the answer, let's turn to the sages. Brenc said: "Being is reasonable." Flaubert said, "Man is ignorant." Einstein replied, "The universe is harmonious." Renoir realized: "As long as there is a little progress, it will be closer to death." Similarly, Michelangelo thought: "When things finally get what they want, it is death." Van Gogh proved with his life: "Life is a difficult journey for me. I don't know if the tide will rise above my lips or even higher. But I want to move on. "

Finally, I found Chernyshevski's answer: "In any field of life, the pursuit of perfection is just an abstract, morbid or boring fantasy." Yes, life is incomplete, so why insist on perfection? Just like the "28 principle" in economics, not all of them work, even "8", but "2" is the real key! As long as we grasp the "two" in life, we can hold up an eternal and sunny blue sky for ourselves in life.