Chapter one: famous sayings and aphorisms about finding the right goal in life

1, people's living standards are different: some people have lived all their lives, but in fact they only lived for one day and repeated them all their lives; Some people really live their whole lives, and they are wonderful all their lives.

Concession is a virtue, but how far to retreat is a learning.

3. Explanation is sometimes redundant, because people who really understand you don't need your explanation, and people who don't understand you don't need your explanation.

In fact, the therapy of love is just like toothache. There are only two kinds: don't keep it, pull it out.

Don't order children to obey you absolutely, because everything that is absolutely obeyed is lifeless, and fallen leaves will not fly against the wind.

6. If we have too many choices, we will feel distressed and dazzled, but when we have no choice, we will feel sad.

7. A true friend is not someone who sends you flowers when you are proud, but someone who lends you a shoulder when you are frustrated.

8. Home is not only a house, but also a person. Sometimes you will try your best to leave him, and sometimes you will go back to his arms regardless.

9. A person's tragedy is not that he has failed, but that he has been failing.

10, there are no miracles in life. Many times, miracles are created by themselves.

1 1. Reading can reveal our ignorance. The more books you read, the more you feel ignorant. People with no education will think they are the most knowledgeable, so don't learn from Xifeng.

Chapter 2: We can't live without goals.

Living without an aim is like sailing without a compass.

I opened the curtain above the computer in the east of the room and felt that I was in a sacred theater with a sky-blue stage in front. There was a cloud floating in the neighbor's tree, like Jimmy Durante's big nose, but after a while, the cloud gradually drifted north and the big nose dispersed. Clouds around, big and small, have gone with the wind and I don't know where to go. It is natural that the white clouds move forward or disperse.

The branches sway in the wind, as if clinging to the clouds and laughing at them. The tree must be thinking, it is the great people who really take root firmly, and the clouds are just naughty water drops, which will only occasionally block the brilliance of the sun. In fact, trees are also a kind of clouds, clouds made of green leaves, and clouds that don't move much. Trees will grow, change and disappear, just like clouds in the sky.

Am I not also a cloud? A cloud full of thoughts, feelings and ambitions. Didn't I try everywhere to make clouds? Don't my whimsical ideas often inadvertently turn into a strange cloud in front of people? When I feel the breeze of love and the warmth of pity, don't I swim freely to the north like a floating cloud?

If clouds are like people and people are like clouds, shouldn't we all float up and feel the power of the wind, take root here for a while and then be pulled up and blown away for a while? Are we really as stable as we think?

Let me float! I want to hold my head high and sing. We are passers-by in a sea of people. This makes us feel the breath of the breeze together. Find the root of our spirit in it.

Chapter 3: Keep unlimited enthusiasm and run towards success.

Owen is a big player with rheumatoid arthritis. He has only one arm. When I first met him, I felt incredible. However, our first meeting was not smooth, which almost separated us from the normal doctor-patient relationship. After seeing him, I foolishly asked without thinking, "How did you lose your right arm?"

"I didn't lose my right arm," he habitually answered truthfully. "interrupted by money. g"

Owen's right arm injury happened half a century ago, and that accident instantly ruined his promising career as a violinist. Later, he learned to play tuba with his left arm.

In the next few hours, I didn't ask any other questions, but during this time, I gradually invented an imaginary "film noir": how the violinist turned the trumpet player and broke his arm. G It seems obvious that this quiet man somehow offended these people. Perhaps jealousy of a woman eventually leads to hatred. They are waiting for him outside the symphony hall. During the intermission, he came out wearing a small white skirt, and they were waiting in ambush. They opened the violin case, took out obedient automatic weapons and retaliated against my patient.

This is the most complete fantasy in my story about my patient. Owen's injury is nothing special, but he can walk out of the shadows and become a symphony musician with only one arm. This is indeed a remarkable achievement, and it also proves the talent of this person.