Happiness is not extravagant
During that period, it seemed that God deliberately couldn't get through with me. At home, a seemingly common sentence can also become the fuse of a quarrel. When I arrive at the company, it seems that my brain is missing, and I often make mistakes in my work. It is almost commonplace to be criticized by the leaders. Colleagues have been promoted for several rounds, but I have always been optimistic about me, but I always stand on the sidelines. In my eyes, a few mediocre people who are not well-known have also raised their legs and become leaders, even not even joining the company. A little kid of the past few years—who followed me behind my ass when I first entered the unit—has now transformed himself into my immediate boss, in charge of our marketing department.
Happiness is not an extravagant time. I feel that my sky is full of haze and frustration. It seems that even if I walk a few steps, I will fall into a fall if I am not careful. I thought bitterly, why am I so unfortunate?
I'm so decadent, I want to give up on myself, break the pot: It's already like this, what's the use of working harder?
Until one day I went to the hospital to see a friend who was hospitalized.
After so many years, I still remember clearly that it was a sunny day.
My friend’s ward is a double room, and the other patient is an old man with white hair and spirits. Had it not been for a friend to tell me, he would not have seen him in his nineties at all.
After a few conversations, my friend seemed to see my frustration and pretended to ask me about my current situation casually.
"Don't say anything." I sighed.
When my friends saw that I was wrong, they kept asking me. He is my best friend, and I love to tell him if I have any troubles.
To me, full of complaints and worries.
The old man sat quietly. I feel that he is also listening to me quietly.
I talked about a lot of injustices I have encountered in life. When I was tired, the old man raised his head and looked at me: "Young man, would you like to listen to me tell my story?" His face was sincere.
My friend nodded to me and clearly asked me to listen.
I moved towards the old man.
The old man told me that he was a veteran who had participated in the Battle of Huaihai and the Battle of Crossing the River, and he even remembered every detail of the battle from Anqing.
My admiration for the old man is spontaneous. I scanned the ward that couldn't be more simple, and my heart was filled with doubts: "Are you a leader?"