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The beauty of short-sightedness

     I've heard more than once that Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms period could foresee events three hundred years after his death.

    Nonsense!

    I don't believe in hindsight, only in hindsight.

    I've also been advised more than once to have goals and plans in life.

    This advice has merit, but I don't believe those who advise me, because when I dream and am willing to give everything for them, they say I'm out of touch with reality. And aren't goals or plans meant to turn the unrealistic into reality?

    But now I'm gradually realizing that too many plans are nothing but superfluous worries, no different from empty talk. The world is constantly changing, and plans often can't keep up with the changes. What people need most is flexibility, not principles.

    When we're about to cross the street, if a crazy person ignores the red light and drives onto the pedestrian crossing, should we instinctively swerve to avoid them, or should we follow the traffic signals and cross the pedestrian crossing directly?

    If we cross the pedestrian crossing while obeying traffic rules, and a madman hits us with his car, we certainly have every right to sue him and demand compensation.

    But what if we're killed?

    Clearly, flexibility is better than rigid adherence

    to principles. The future is unpredictable; even satellite weather forecasts are often criticized for their inaccuracy, let alone the wishful thinking that events will unfold according to our desires.

    Take my current job, for example. Because I haven't expressed any intention to resign to my boss, he assigns me specific tasks as the implementer of a plan. However, I might suddenly resign tomorrow without warning, completely disrupting his plans.

    I used to dream of buying a house sometime in N years, constantly monitoring where I would settle in the city, the housing market trends, and considering interior design and layout. But N years have passed, and I'm still renting. All those plans have become a waste of time and money, like a fishing enthusiast who spends half a day fishing at a lake only to find it's just a temporary formation after a rainstorm, devoid of fish.

    Only a portion of a plan will come true, meaning most of our hard work is wasted, only making us anxious and anxious about achieving them. When we first made the plans, we were ecstatic, full of dreams, like a lottery addict constantly imagining how they would use a 5 million dollar prize, often losing sleep over it. The

    number of people who actually win 5 million is less than one in a million, so the vast majority make the mistake of indulging in wishful thinking. Winning the lottery is certainly wonderful, but don't let such a ridiculous fantasy lead you to consider where to buy a house, what brand and model of car to buy, whether to deposit the money in the bank or invest it, which grade of school your child should attend, whether to hire a tutor, and so on.

    Every child dreams of marrying Snow White or Prince Charming when they grow up. But how many people actually achieve their dreams?

    Most of us have had this experience: when we're desperately searching for something in a room, we search every corner but can't find it. But when we give up in despair, we unexpectedly find it somewhere in the room.

    Things happen naturally.

    We should make full use of the resources we have. Buy what we need or lack, and enrich our lives.

    When late autumn arrives, don't neglect to prepare winter clothes just because spring will eventually come. Spring is the future, late autumn is the present; if we can't get through the present, we can't have the future. Making full use of the resources we have now is about enriching the present.

    Without health, there is no tomorrow. If someone works endlessly now, they might achieve success tomorrow, but because their body is already worn out, even if they become wealthy tomorrow, it will be useless. They will no longer be able to enjoy life. It's like someone choosing to become a eunuch to earn enough money in the palace to return home in glory and marry beautiful wives and concubines. But when they finally have the money to marry their beautiful wives, they no longer have the physical means to enjoy this paradise.

    People must focus on the present, addressing their immediate problems according to circumstances and the times, cleaning up past messes, to lay a good foundation for the next step.

    When you gaze at the beautiful scenery far away, be careful of the stumbling blocks in front of you.

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