Don't Fight Like Ants.

For a long time, "struggle" has been celebrated everywhere as a beautiful word. It is often compared with the commendatory words such as arduous, tough and so on. It commends one's walking path.

Does struggle mean hardship?

I don't think so. Just like others think ants are very industrious, I think they are fools.

I once saw an ant holding a grain of wheat and dragging it to his nest, and the ground was bumpy and uneven. That fellow really called the way to the mountain and opened the road, and when it reached the hole, I breathed a sigh of relief for it.

Where to know, in a twinkling of an eye, probably did not even wipe the sweat Kung Fu, it hurried out.

This time it brought back a huge dragonfly wing like Sun Wukong carrying the palm leaf fan that could not shrink back. It was just like the landlords' wealth.

Later, when I was older, I read more and saw more things, I found that many of the human practices in struggle were similar to this ant.

In today's newspaper, she likes to say: if you are not young at 20, 30, not strong, 40, and 50, you will not be young, strong, wealthy and wise.

When the order came out, everyone ran wild, and the idea of spinning in the mind was fast, fast!

It's too late to be young!

It's too late to be strong.

It's too late to be rich.

It's too late to be wise.

The pursuit of itself is understandable, but in the name of "struggle" and "pursuit", it is sad that we do not know where to go.

For so many years, we fought more than enough.

I was coerced into the surging crowd and headed for the road.

Turn yourself into a green skin tree, branches and leaves, reaching for the sky, endless sunshine, air and water.

Every root must be plunged deep into the soil to draw energy and blood.

When wisdom, benevolence, justice, wife, husband, son, and daughter came to the ancient brain, the tree was old and skin was stiff, and its body was covered with knots.

Think of a friend of mine who said a word. He said, ah, he was very poor. A neighbor who had been abroad said to him that foreigners eat eggs every day and they are fed up with death.

So he made a wish to say when I made money and bought the eggs for the first month's wages.

Now he has more than forty, and a month's salary is enough to buy a truck's eggs.

But he said he was unhappy.

The happiness of an egg no longer exists. Now all eggs can not increase their happiness by one point.

Everything is there, but happiness is gone, happiness is gone.

Read an article, an American, a family, a wife, a son, a house, a car, a job, a position, everything, that is the result of his years of struggle, but he stopped at the strongest voice of his life, and refused to move forward one step further.

He came and evaporated himself, looking for a remote town to live the life of a tramp. The only thing that accompanied him was a light folding chair.

Every day he sat silently in the chair and watched the rush of people.

In the time of the water sample, he was no longer carried away by the torrent, but only clouds and breeze were associated with him.

He said goodbye to the hardship of "struggle" because he could put down the irons burning in his heart and lay down all kinds of entangled desires.

In fact, the hard degree of "struggle" is closely related to the direction of your desire, how deep you are addicted to it, how hard it is for you to "struggle", how detached you are, and how clear your journey is.