There is no shortcut to success. Example 1:
Xiao Ya is a student of a normal university in Guangzhou, and she will graduate this year. She met me when I was doing a brand Halloween party in Guangzhou University Town on 2013+0/kloc-0. At that time, she was one of the part-time students in charge of our campus mini-show and party, and she also made a guest appearance as a sexy witch at the event. Our friendship is based on the activities at the party. I helped her make up for the party and chat. After the project, I left Guangzhou to return to Shanghai, followed WeChat, and occasionally interacted in a circle of friends.
Last week, after she frequently saw some articles written by me on some online platforms and official WeChat accounts, she came to chat with me. She said, is that you? I guessed it was you as soon as I saw the name and background. She said, don't you work in an advertising company? Why did you suddenly become a columnist? I said, it's just a personal interest, just written in my spare time.
Little boy asked curiously, how can I become a columnist? I also want to have a platform where I can write some essays occasionally and leave some traces. I said, I'm just a beginner and I don't have any special skills. Anyway, I just write more, slowly find my own style and characteristics, try to publish on some open platforms or contribute privately, and wait for people who like your words to appear or be edited and excavated.
Little boy, I'm not the kind of person who can express myself in words. I entered the Chinese Department by mistake, but I didn't write much at ordinary times. I only write a little when I am sad. I said it was normal because you didn't like it enough. If you really like words so much, you will keep writing and writing, and then you will really write well. I said, why don't you register an account in the simplified book, use the simplified book as your diary or draft paper, and write on it slowly, and you will make progress after a long time. As for it? Columnist This is a good goal, but it can only be achieved through hard work. It's no use talking without practice.
Xiao said, in fact, I didn't think so much, just curious, why some people can be dug up, because they are lucky, or because they have access to this field and take the initiative to find resources? I feel closed in this respect. She then asked, by the way, do you know many magazines and editors on WeChat official account?
I said, it doesn't matter whether you take the initiative to go out or others take the initiative to find you. No matter what position or field you are in, if you care about yourself, others will naturally come to you. If your level is poor, it's no use having connections. Strength first, access second, everything is the same.
I don't know if you have noticed, but two questions in our conversation are particularly interesting.
When talking and chatting, the questions asked by a person reflect this person's psychological state and logical thinking mode. The way you think and respond to each other's questions is determined by your logical framework of thinking.
For example, Xiao asked how to become a columnist, but what I was thinking was:
First, I don't think I'm qualified to wear it now, okay? A writer? This hat is at best a person who likes to write words.
Second, as for how to become XXX, this is a very broad question, and it is bound to be difficult to have a very accurate and accurate answer to a broad question. Like what? How to be a great person? And then what? How to make your mind more open? Of these two questions, the latter is obviously easier to answer, just because it is more targeted.
Third, why does Xiao A ask? How to be a columnist? , not? When did you start writing articles? 、? How long have you been writing? This is a more specific and implementable problem. I dare to speculate that maybe what she saw in her eyes was? And the result? , only care about? And the result? As for the middle? Process? She didn't care that much. However, when we talk about anything in this world, can we talk directly without going through the intermediate process? And the result? Really? I don't think so
Many times, we often only see other people's? The result? And ignore others? Work hard? . But we will make great efforts to inquire about other people's success stories and methods. The result of spying on others' success path directly determines whether we praise or despise the person in front of us!
When the conversation comes. Did you get to know many magazines and editors on WeChat official account, and things became more interesting?
Many times we find that others have achieved some success, or sit in a certain position and be seen or known by the public. Our first reaction is that others are lucky and have connections. You think others are just lucky, but the fact may be that the energy you have accumulated for a long time has finally begun to erupt and finally begun to be seen by others. As far as I'm concerned, it's been seven years since I was a freshman, not counting stereotyped writing and messy tofu blocks in middle school. It took me seven years to write something, and then I began to have something that attracted everyone's attention and was recognized and seen by everyone. Everything is not that simple. A long time ago, I said that if I still have any heroic dreams, it is that I hope my words can heal people's hearts one day. I worked hard for seven years before I began to warm everyone, and I was only a little qualified to be everyone's sun.
I have a college classmate, a talented girl, who is also a code word. She began to dabble in script writing when she was in college, and now she writes novels at home full time. Her daily life track is to eat, do animation, read books, write novels, rest occasionally, and go on and on. Later, I learned that she started writing intermittently from middle school, and now there are four novels and countless short stories. She wrote for so long that she didn't think it was time for her to make achievements until this year, and then she started to publish something. Perhaps, this time next year, her novels will sell well in major bookstores and e-commerce channels. People who don't know her or former classmates will think she is very lucky when they see her book. She may have resources and connections in this field. Otherwise, how could an English major suddenly publish a Chinese novel and suddenly become popular? But you really don't know how long people have been trying. How long does it take for people to write before they dare to come up with their own works?
I admit that I sometimes attribute other people's success to? Good luck? Or? Resource advantage? , even? Good-looking and willful? Take this as a matter of course. But recently, more and more reflections have begun. Why do we think so? Why do you prefer to attribute the success of others to good luck?
One day I suddenly figured it out, because the success of others is said to be? Good luck? , is very simple, especially once and for all. Because luck, an elusive thing, is doomed to be beyond our control, when we attribute the success of others to something beyond our control, we take it for ourselves? Not successful? 、? Failure? And then what? Give up? Found a good excuse. Because we don't have those resources and luck, we won't succeed in whatever we do, so why work hard? We don't have to do anything, just keep the status quo. No matter how hard we try, it's useless. Have you ever thought about it that way? Make excuses for yourself like this?
Thinking from another angle, it is neither narrow nor stupid to attribute the success of others to our good luck. We are too clever to understand all this too early. So, even for your own comfort, in order to have a decent statement about your current unsuccessful situation, you will choose to treat others? Success is just luck? This kind of rhetoric sticks to the end. But is this really good? It's useless!
Many times, we think that luck is the light that others have worked hard for a long time. Admitting this is the beginning of our progress. Instead of attributing success to? Luck is an illusory thing, so it is better to build it on something we can control, such as diligence, such as hard work, such as methods.
Finally, even if you are absolutely sure that others have achieved success by virtue of luck and resources, please pretend that others have achieved this step by hard work. It's the only way to suppress one? Not convinced? With your extraordinary efforts and persistence, defeat the opponent you want to defeat and win the war you want to win.
There is no shortcut to success. Example 2:
Just as many people look back on the past and don't know why they formed a friendship with someone, I also have a feeling? This guy has nothing to do with me? My friend.
Lin came to our class when she was assigned to a class in Grade One of Senior High School.
Lin is a rare beauty. When I first saw Lin, I saw the unruly in her eyes. It was a shallow lake, and there seemed to have been huge waves.
I learned through the grapevine that when Lin was in junior high school, his grade became famous? Bad girl? A narrow and ridiculous name I gave at that time; Mixed with a bunch of boys who give the teacher a headache, skipping classes and doing a lot of drinking, puppy love and crazy things, how can he study hard?
In junior high school, I was a model student who was very popular with teachers. At the age when many people are rebellious and crazy, my life is still a classroom, paper and books, and I am never disturbed. For me, being admitted to the top class in high school is an inevitable result.
Lin and I are in a junior high school. It goes without saying that Lin entered our high school with his senior high school entrance examination results.
When I was young, I had a knot, that is, I was afraid of people who lived recklessly, because my life was too pale. I have no stories to tell, and I am afraid of being teased by these people who live a full life.
After the first monthly exam in senior one, my name, grades and photos were printed on the bulletin board in the corridor of the teaching building, with a striking red background, because my grades were among the best.
You know, the school can always get the ugliest picture of you in some strange way, with your honor next to it, and carefully post it in the most conspicuous place for you? Salute? .
It was 165438+ Monday in October, and the air was fresh. After the morning exercises, everyone rushed to the teaching building. Several burly boys crowded together and visited the bulletin board that was usually unattended with great interest. Maybe they skipped morning exercises and found something when they wandered around.
They seemed to see something great in the top girls, and a group of people laughed impudently. Lin has a good relationship with those boys. Also doing morning exercises, she lazily came back from the canteen and approached the boys.
? What are you laughing at?
A boy explained:? Look, the third place is Lawson! ?
? Lawson ! You're kidding.
? Haha, I can't believe it. I took a picture of her and will show it to Luo Sheng when I get back. If this boy knows that he has the same name as the fat man, he will be so fucking angry! ?
After this sentence, a group of boys laughed more exaggerated. Maybe they don't think it's funny in itself, but in front of such an excellent girl as Lin, they inevitably want to do something to impress her.
Lin parted the crowd and stood in front of the bulletin board. The boys in the back clamored to send photos to each other with their mobile phones, and Lin suddenly became angry.
? Give me the phone. ?
She said to the boy who answered her question before. The tone is calm, but it is chilling cold.
Then, she took her mobile phone and deleted the photo.
? Good grades also hinder you? It's fucking boring. ? Say that finish and left.
Lawson is me.
At that time, there was no division of arts and sciences, and Lin was still studying in the regular class. This story was told to me by a friend who happened to pass by.
I knew her the first time I met her. She knows me too, but she doesn't talk.
Lin and I can be friends for two main reasons. The first point is that we were randomly assigned to a long-term study group because of me? Is a likable fat man with an aura? (The reason she gave me a long time later), we became deskmates for a long time. Quarrel from time to time and tell some jokes.
Second, most people in our class can't pry open their hearts, but I drive a little too much, and there are often little girls flying around. Lin and I discuss it occasionally? Rough road to love? In the boring study life, it is interesting.
For a long time, I showed Lin my blindness and ignorance when I was young.
As a fat man who ranks in the top three in my class in terms of weight and grades, I am sixteen years old. I am not worried about my figure, and I fantasize about the so-called every day. Love adventure? .
In this regard, Lin often ridiculed me: girls' hearts are awkward and cannot be bullied.
I often sent short messages to my senior for a while, and gradually talked to Lin about him.
I solemnly talked to Lin about his thoughtfulness, concern and courtesy. What reminds me to take an umbrella when it rains, urges me to take medicine when I have a cold, and tells me to study by myself at night. Nothing special, just want to hear your voice? It makes me restless.
I know in my heart what I described and the care he gave me. If there are three times, it starts with thirty times of indifference. I am very knowledgeable and have never told Lin his name.
Lin said that she also encountered the same problem. She stuffed me with headphones in the self-study class, which almost contained AFineFrenzy's lover. This song has a nice Chinese name, not as good as lovers.
We have to listen to this song for a period of time in each self-study class until Lin's mobile phone is handed in by the class teacher.
When I was a child, I often wanted to cry when I heard it. I wanted to impose my empty feelings on the mediocre 16-year-old. I was only a sophomore. I am the age when I can be ecstatic when I see the person I like. I know nothing about love and I know nothing about myself.
I foolishly thought that Lin and I had the same troubles.
This idea gives me a shameful and secret pride: you see, Lin, I am a little like you.
This pride was soon shattered.
It was a morning break, and Lin's tall, thin and good-looking senior came to our class angrily and called Lin's name at the door. Lin sat in the middle of the classroom and pretended not to hear.
The senior went straight to Lin's seat, put a delicate necklace box on the exercise book that Lin bowed his head to deal with, and then seemed to be hit by a late shyness, and said softly, this is for you, don't do it.
The whole class is speechless.
Lin hasn't touched the necklace box since the senior left until noon after school. I couldn't sleep during my lunch break that day. I was lying on my desk and caught a glimpse of Lin opening the necklace box and laughing at the feather necklace.
I will always remember that smile.
That smile was not strong, and there was no surprise. It is permeated with a sense of control, a complete and unquestionable victory.
I looked at Lin and couldn't say anything.
Did I call Lin's senior? Senior? I know everything about him, and because I asked someone for his mobile phone number, he only knew my name, never met me, and didn't even know that Lin and I were deskmates.
Remember, mine? Feelings? What's left but wishful thinking? Lin is really confused, really happy, hesitant and sad. I naively thought that Lin and I had the same frivolous worries and belonged to people of sixteen or seventeen.
I thought all I had was a spiritual victory.
So, don't tell me over and over again? Good-looking people have youth I fucking knew it.
In a blink of an eye, I am a senior.
In fact, since Lin entered our class, he has been studying steadily and his grades are among the best in the class. Her magic lies in that she can not only keep in touch with the bad guys in her grade, but also relax in front of books and exercises, brush the questions honestly at night, hang out with fair-weather friends at weekends and talk about life at the dinner table.
But such a day, she is no longer after the third year of high school. Even if you accompany me to dinner, I know how bleak the days are.
After months of humiliation, fate seems to have decided. Is it fair? Once.
Lin studied hard before the college entrance examination. As her deskmate for half a year, I know it very well. But she can't play well, so she can only go to an ordinary two books in the province.
On the contrary, a few months before the exam, I was impetuous and was often called by the teacher to give lectures, but I played quite well and was successfully admitted to a prestigious school in Beijing.
Beijing is the city that Lin yearns for. Lin has been a material winner since she was a child. She likes the city that exudes desire.
Regarding the materials, she is not worried that she can't get them. They seem to be born for her.
I remember when I was a freshman, I accompanied her to the mall, and she took me into a luxury store. She picked out several bags and asked me which one looked good. There was no comparison at that time. I said everything was fine.
Lin suddenly said, actually, I have no choice. Buy as much as you want.
I smiled at her.
Not long after I went to college, a star we had been infatuated with for many years came to Beijing for a concert. I gritted my teeth and bought a ticket.
I sent tickets in a circle of friends, and she left a message, so I envy you.
This envy makes me feel very uncomfortable.
I think this book is right. Money cannot change a person, but no money can change a person.
After going to college, Lin returned to her happy time in junior high school. She found a boyfriend soon, then separated and went looking for it again.
Occasionally, she calls me to ask me about gossip, and I pour her bitter water: which boy over there likes fat people, but introduces him to me! ?
Say, two people laugh together.
I didn't tell her. I'm already very tired. I do odd jobs, tutor and go on a diet just to get more pocket money and buy a decent suit. After all, I can't be too shabby when dealing with people.
In high school, I wore a school uniform for a week and never cared about my appearance. I certainly didn't expect Luo Sheng to become like this in a few years.
When I got a call from my parents, I was speechless. I don't know when I started chasing so hard, and I don't know when it will end.
I don't blame my parents. Every penny of them is hard to come by. It's spoiled to treat me like this.
I only hate myself. Why don't I hate Lin?
In the month when I spent almost all my pocket money to go to the concert, I was so poor that I ate instant noodles every day. At that time, I often thought dejectedly, I don't belong here, Lin belongs here, Lin is the one who should go to the concert and Lin is the one who can enjoy Beijing.
When I was a junior, I was walking outside the school with a friend and talked about Lin. It's dusk in April, and the weather is very good. Junior high school students in twos and threes on the road are in danger of being burned by the sun with bright smiles. The evening breeze is as light as a skeleton in my closet. The asphalt road is gilded, silent and gentle.
The world in front of me is so beautiful, but I'm talking about its eccentricity and malice.
Said a lot about Lin and me, watching her surrounded by all the boys and leaving without touching a leaf; Speaking of her carrying Gucci bag to accompany me to eat maocai in the street; Speaking of Singapore's graduation trip, my ignorance and her amazing maturity.
Speaking of what happened after college, I feel sad somehow. Creep was playing in a music store. I wish I was special. You are so fucking special.
As far as the lyrics are concerned, I took them out of context. But I still cried unwillingly.
That friend gave me a timely hug.
Why am I crying? Not because of the gap of so many years. I'm used to it.
Because of your cowardice.
I have always been unwilling to accept the fact that Lin Ben and I belong to two different worlds. I faced her indestructible perfection, controlled my own discretion, showed indifference and resisted with all my strength.
I have never faced this problem.
When I was a student, I studied hard, got high marks and won the score. Seeing her shine like the sun in any group, pretending not to care; After entering the university, I am either busy making extra money or studying hard for scholarships. She took photos of herself traveling around the world on social networks, surfing, climbing mountains, driving cross-country in coastal expressway and smiling like a flower.
I have nothing but learning to resist the colorful world of Lin. Of course I failed.
I finally know that the colorful world is so beautiful, true and reasonable.
It doesn't belong to you, nor to more people.
Who told you that life is fair, or will be fair?
I met Lin again in the supermarket in my hometown. It was the eve of the Spring Festival, and I got a place to go to graduate school. The friend who hugged me when I suddenly cried became my boyfriend and stayed with me.
Lin got pregnant and met me.
Needless to say, how surprised I am.
Tracing back to the past and talking about the current situation, she said that she had dropped out of those two schools and went to Canada to study undergraduate. Who would have thought it was so boring? She dropped out of school as a freshman and came back. Now she is going to be a full-time wife.
You are very happy. I said this from the heart.
She smiled and suddenly said, You know, I've been envious of your excellent reading ability since high school. Well, I'm not that material, not as good as you.
I laugh too. I don't know what to say.
I think Lin understands that she doesn't have to mind being illiterate. She already has wealth, beauty and love.
She also knows that I have been a graduate student for several years, but I came out to find a highly educated job, rented a house in the Imperial City, held a simple wedding, patched together a large down payment for a new house, and ran around for work every day. Since then, I have become one of the thousands of people with direct indifference in the subway station.
But I'm over it. Smile and say goodbye to Lindau.
I read a passage on the website a long time ago. A 18-year-old China girl, with a well-off family and well-paid parents, is facing a life problem, whether to go directly to Harvard or volunteer in Africa for several years, both of which are up to her to choose.
Then, the vast majority of China students aged 18 are paying attention to the college entrance examination, and they are struggling to squeeze the door of a book. If the school is not good and the major is not popular, it will be scared. Many people bite their teeth and repeat their studies in order to find a good job and support themselves and their families in the future. And all these efforts are better than this girl? Question? No.
You have everything. And I have to work hard to live an ordinary life.
When I was a freshman, I thought of Lin. At that time, I didn't want to accept my ordinary, and I felt sad. But something suddenly occurred to me. What can I do?
After thinking about this question, I smiled. Then I fell asleep in the warm sun of 20 degrees outside the window. It was in the spring when I was eighteen.
There is no shortcut to success. Example 3:
Young employees are usually lazy at work. One month before becoming a regular employee, he asked his boss: If I work hard for a month, can I become a regular employee? The boss replied: Your question reminds me of the thermometer in the cold room. If you cover it with hot hands, the temperature on the instrument will rise, but the room is not warm at all.
Today's achievements are due to yesterday's accumulation, and tomorrow's success depends on today's efforts.
In fact, real success is a process, which is to integrate diligence and hard work into daily life and into daily work. It depends on our wishes, but it is more important to establish good living habits and working habits.
There is a saying in the training:? Because you had a choice, you ended your life.