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Different choices, different lives

   Different attitudes can lead to vastly different outcomes for the same thing. Yu Minhong, who used to listen to lectures while constantly taking off his headphones, eventually developed excellent teaching skills and English proficiency, becoming a school principal and a leading advocate for English education.

  Every moment offers the opportunity to choose a different life. Weekends can be spent working or sleeping in, taking short trips or reading to enhance one's value.

  Although it's just a small choice, it reflects one's inner values.

  As long as one maintains positive and upward-looking values, life will always improve.

  In our self-study class, there was a female student, S, who graduated from a vocational high school and worked as a cashier in a chain supermarket, earning 1800 yuan a month. She learned everything from cleaning and inventory management to accounting. Every day after work, she would study. Her math foundation wasn't strong, but she worked hard to improve. Later, she enrolled in a finance class and was always very attentive in class. She went from talking about TV dramas to analyzing company annual reports logically and systematically. She saved money by working part-time and doing other jobs. While others posted on social media, she promoted products as an agent…

  She still wore last year's clothes. The money she saved was either invested in index funds (which wouldn't be recouped in less than five years) or in stocks she personally trusted, rarely paying attention to fluctuations. She doesn't use iPhones or luxury cosmetics. She's even reluctant to buy an ice cream in the summer, spending a whole airline bill instead… In today's consumerist climate, she focuses on investing, learning, and managing her finances. Unlike today's novel-watching and TV-drama-reading, she reads Buddhist scriptures and studies professional books. Some classic economic papers are in English, which she manually copies and pastes using Baidu Translate… She's as detached as an old woman, only 20 years old, possessing a tranquility I particularly admire, and a prudence and insight beyond her years.

  She works in internet marketing and doesn't pay much attention to her appearance; many people think she's unfashionable, but she says she just loves the feeling of her money slowly growing.

  There's a girl in my writing class named Xiao A, the kind who binge-watches dramas and reads novels to the point of neglecting sleep and meals. She was recently obsessed with "Ashes of Love" and still suffers from the aftereffects, because her Baijiahao account is full of her daily fantasies about Yang Zi and Deng Lun being together. She used to write plagiarized articles for 10 yuan a piece in QQ groups. Driven by her love for TV dramas, she created her own account, posting articles daily, editing videos, dubbing, boosting traffic, and mastering all sorts of content reposting software. After a few months of hard work, she successfully became a professional drama watcher. She had previously written novels, eventually admitting that her appreciation level was several levels higher than her writing level. She went from hoping her idol would play her ideal male lead to watching him play other people's ideal male leads… She's incredibly lazy; the kind of person who can convince herself she can resist the urge to go to the convenience store just to crave ice cream. But she's incredibly diligent when it comes to watching dramas. Perhaps things don't start as expected, but they eventually get closer to what she wants.

  Actually, S and A are the same person, willfully following their heart's choices. Who isn't half restraint and half indulgence, half admiring rationality and data, and half admiring emotion and words?

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