A short inspirational philosophical essay?

Short and inspirational philosophical essays are something we can never get tired of reading, and they are also a supplement to our spiritual needs. I

A short inspirational philosophical essay?

Short and inspirational philosophical essays are something we can never get tired of reading, and they are also a supplement to our spiritual needs. I believe many friends like to find some short and inspirational classic philosophical stories to read, so what are the short and inspirational classic philosophical stories? The following is the relevant information I have compiled for you for your reference!

1: Give life a turn for the better

A friend, working in a state-owned enterprise, has a successful career and a harmonious family, but he is not happy. This person is a dutiful son to his parents, a good husband to his wife, a good father to his son and a good colleague to his work unit. They are all sighs, and they are all peerless men.

My friend has unspeakable pain. I was puzzled and asked him, "You are jealous of men and women. What is pain? " The friend shook his head and said he didn't know.

Later, my friends began to be afraid of going to work and staying at home. When they got to the office, they felt uncomfortable.

One day, he found a temple and wanted to become a monk. The master asked him some questions and said to him, "There is a market at the foot of the mountain. There is a long alley in the market. Go when you have finished, and then come back. Remember, keep walking. "

The friend did as the master said and came to the foot of the mountain. Sure enough, there is a market with an alley inside. Without thinking about anything, my friend walked straight to the alley. When he reached the first intersection, he found a teahouse where people were drinking tea leisurely. He wanted a bowl, but he swallowed and walked on. When he reached the second intersection, he saw some children playing football. He wanted to step forward and kick his feet, but after standing for a while, he turned and left.

After that, every time he passed an intersection, he would see something that made him feel sad, but in order to complete the task, he had to keep going until he passed the seventh intersection and finished the alley. When he came back, the master asked him, "Are you happy?" The friend shook his head. The friend said, "I was very happy at first, but suddenly I was very sad at the end."

The master said, "That's right. In order to complete the task, you go straight ahead. That's why you are unhappy. You must learn to turn a corner, don't be too obsessed with the road, but look at your heart. " After listening to the master's words, my friend suddenly realized, bowed to the master and thanked him, and went down the mountain happily.

Later, my friend actually quit his job in a state-owned enterprise and opened a small teahouse himself. He didn't drink before, but invited his friends for drinks from time to time. He doesn't like sports, but he spent a lot of money to buy a set of equipment and began to play ball, keep fit and swim. When I go to his house, I occasionally hear him arguing with his wife. He is a completely different person. The friend smiled and said that he finally felt happy.

It turns out that friends live more for their parents and family, and less for themselves. After graduating from college, he gave up his favorite job and chose a state-owned enterprise for his parents. After marriage, he gave up smoking and drinking, spent all his time at work and at home, and gave up all his hobbies. Therefore, although he has a successful career, a happy family cannot feel happiness.

In fact, life is like that alley. It is better to come to a corner happily than to move forward with troubles. At the corner, you may meet happiness unexpectedly.

Article 2: How can I become a very powerful person?

Text | Oceane zhu

First of all, teenagers, if they promise others, must honor them.

I once wanted to be a very, very, very powerful person just like you.

I like to watch hot-blooded things and fantasize that I am a dragon slayer and a pioneer in climbing towers. I have a sword in my left hand and light in my right hand, burning myself unconsciously. The enemy cavalry is coming. I said which one of you can fight it. My woman is waiting for me.

Later, I was a little realistic. I think I want to be the kind of man who just leaves. I wear a big back and wander in Europe or New Guinea. I patted the children, wild animals, wandering prostitutes, shook hands with Robert De Niro and said, Hey, I wrote Angry Bull 2 for you.

Later, I thought my dream in life was to buy a penthouse in the city center and transform the whole wall into tempered glass. In the brightly lit night, I will stand in front of the huge window with wine and watch the whole city breathe. Then my friend knocked at the door and he brought a dozen gentle models. We will play some adult games.

Now, I find that dragons don't exist. I can't ride a horse or use a SLR. I live on the second floor. What I can do is to do my immediate work well and earn enough money. So I can give my girl a globe, and then I can stab it with darts and play wherever I go.

In this way, although my thoughts always change with the development of genitals, that very powerful person has been far away from me, even farther and farther.

The boy who once held a sword in my heart is now wandering in the street.

The blood seems to be getting cold.

I am not without fear, am I? I can't hold a sword in my left hand and Robert De Niro in my right hand all my life, saying that you can play with the tender model here, but don't fall from the window.

At this point, I am too lame. My friends are all mortal, even worse than me. In my spare time, I just push the tower and stand and kneel alone.

I thought to myself, am I going to be a bully all my life until I write an epitaph on my grave? I even thought:

I'll do it. See you later. I have to go.

Finally, I gave myself a negative answer. I don't want it.

I like my friends and my present life. First of all, I hope you understand that there is no difference between being fierce and being forced, only the cold and hot blood. Some people think that life is like this. It slipped my mind. There is nothing wrong with it now. Some people think this life is good, but I want to be better.

This kind of * * * that will bring tears as long as the plot is a little bloody is running out, so don't stay for a moment.

So now, I'm not like you. I still want to be a very, very, very powerful person. In a plot like ours, a little blood will bring tears to my eyes. Take care of yourself.

Many people sit down and tell you that you can't. You can save your mind and be quiet.

The surging crowd drowned a teenager like you. When the crowd dispersed, you were gone. No one can hear your promise, and there can't be a more interesting and beautiful girlfriend in this world.

You stood me up, you bastard.

Tell you this.

Although I tend to be realistic as I get older, I can't burn every minute like you, but I have things I want to do and goals I want to achieve all the time.

I don't rule out holding Robert De Niro's hand in the future. He said you wrote this, Angry Bull 2, as long as he didn't die.

In the story, boxing champion La Motta endured the injury. He held an iron fist and sweated like rain, fighting against his fate. He said, how can I stand up? I am La Motta, and he will be a very strong champion!

Young people, the most important thing to be a very powerful person is to be bloody. Never let your blood cool down. If you get cold, you can't find a more interesting and beautiful girlfriend, and you will stand me up. So that day she came in a dream and became a complete joke.

When one day you become the kind of person you hate, and you walk down the street and see those more interesting and beautiful girls, will you remember that many years ago, you said I promised you, at an age when a promise is forever?

Reading, making friends and beauty are not as bloody, hot and hot as you. You have to burn for most of your life to be worthy of what you say now.

The best story I have ever heard is that the princess is dead and the boy who killed the dragon is still burning.

No matter how small the flame is, it must be lit again and again.

The so-called hot-blooded teenager, youthful love, death and dream appointment.

Such a good story. Don't screw it up.

Finally, I'll give you some personal advice:

1. Tired of reading. There are many ways online, but you can never do it seriously.

2. Learn to suffer. There are many ways online, but you can never do it seriously.

3. Speak, speak in silence, speak with thin skin, and speak with beatings.

If you don't know what to do now, at least you can start by being an awesome student.

Find a more beautiful and interesting girl in five years.

6. Commitment is a whip, not a stimulant.

7. Don't say anything when you are old.

It is very, very painful to change yourself. I can see the advantages of your enthusiasm, and naturally I know your shortcomings of being withdrawn, lazy and self-righteous. There are many ways, but I'm not sure if you can eat. Let me encourage you.

On the way to being the best, the best, the best.

Article 3: I have no envy in my life.

Author: Feng

In Cheng Nan, there is an authoritative rehabilitation hospital. One winter, I lived here for half a year because my family needed to take care of their postoperative rehabilitation training. Later, I fled because my heart was tortured by what I saw and heard again and again. This kind of torture is the torture of the beauty and weakness of human nature.

Most of the patients admitted to this hospital are physically disabled due to congenital or accidents, so wheelchairs and crutches can be seen everywhere, which is very helpless and sad. An aunt in her sixties, wrinkled and exhausted, is always the first to wait in the treatment room. In the wheelchair next to her, sat a wife with a choked throat. Even if the old man's eyes became dull and his head tilted feebly to one side, he could still see that he had been elegant and handsome.

She said that her husband is a native of Beijing. He grew up in a rich family. When he was young, his knowledge was respected everywhere in the company. After retirement, the couple sent their son to the United States to study, and his son's life was moist and dull. However, his wife had a sudden stroke, which made the whole family collapse. She is in poor health and has to go home and take care of a patient who can't take care of herself at all every day. I asked her why she didn't ask the nurse for help. She said that she kept staring at her during the day and the nurse was there at night, but because her wife was seriously ill, she couldn't speak or write, and she didn't know whether the nurse was doing well, until one day her patient quietly told her that the old man was drooling and needed to be wiped constantly, and the nurse was bored and often slapped him in the mouth at night. At this point, menstruation's tears fell down, touching the old man's expressionless face with distress, and said, "He has never suffered such a crime in his life. I would rather get up and take care of him myself, even though he doesn't know anything now ..."

In the corridor of Chinese medicine department, you can always hear the sound of a string of high heels. It's a woman with long hair and shawls in her thirties pushing her husband for treatment. Later, I saw her husband yelling at her and even hitting her several times. She hid in the corner and secretly cried several times. This woman is very beautiful, and in this case she still wears high heels every day. You can imagine how exquisite her past life was. But my husband was paralyzed by a car accident, and all his relatives and friends who had been with him left. It is said that this man is also a local rich and powerful figure, and he will definitely be envied by everyone when he marries him. Now, in addition to adjusting the mentality, we must also appease a patient who is out of control. The trajectory of life has completely changed. Even if I think of my next youth, I have to take care of my lover. Every day is like a raging fire. ...

But what hurts me most is to see the child sick. In the pediatric ward, because of cerebral palsy, autism and unheard-of diseases, especially beautiful babies are different from others. Every time I pass by, I smile at them desperately. I want them to feel a little bit of the original beauty of the world, but for their sensitive parents, pretending not to see anything may be the best respect. What is more sad is that many families are broken because of their children's illness, and many families are only taken care of by the elderly in hospitals. Couples who once loved each other became irritable and cowardly in the face of disasters, and finally chose to escape.

In this hospital, I saw a moral model who lost his legs because of being brave, left people's instant touch and applause, and faced the loneliness of a long road to recovery alone; I have seen famous rich people, who are helpless and unwilling in the face of their children's incurable diseases; I see more people staying here with their sick relatives day after day because of love or responsibility, and I don't know when to despair. I remember there is a long corridor on the second floor of the hospital, which runs all the way through. You can always hear the cry of illness, the cry of twist, and the quarrel between husband and wife. This is clearly everyone's life, the impermanence of life, the sound of life dignity being shattered, the selfishness and ugliness of human nature, and it is naked there.

Writing about other people's misfortunes is not to make us happy, nor to provide a reference to get psychological comfort when complaining about life. Life has its own bitterness. Many times, after a deep talk with a friend, we found that when we opened his expensive and gorgeous curtains, they were as broken as our own.

So later, I don't have to envy this word in my dictionary anymore. I don't envy others, not because I am proud, but because I know that what I see is only the regionality of his life and a small fragment of his life. Who knows what cards are behind the glamorous and longer days?

Not envying others means that we don't have to belittle ourselves, feel inferior to others all the time, and complain about the injustice of the world. You can't see other people's losses any more than you can see your own.

I am neither envious nor jealous. When I am mentally unbalanced, I suppose to exchange my life with others, and you will find that even the life in Fan Bingbing and Wang Sicong is not what you want. Just like unbearable praise and unbearable slander, I don't think it will make you happier than now.

Do not envy, because envy is useless. Seeing the goodness of others, you still have to live your own life after applauding him, and you have to suffer hardships yourself; Seeing other people's faults, I sympathize with and lament. After help, the skin of the wound still needs to be healed by my own immune system. It is useless for him to envy anyone.

I don't envy because I don't want to stare at others all the time. My limited time and life must live for my beliefs.

Unfortunately, we play games like this every day-you envy Xiao Zhang for being prettier than you, for having a husband who loves her, for having a son, for attending a prestigious school, for having a father who likes to take advantage of Xiao Zhao, for having a good figure, for being good at singing and dancing, for being beautiful and smart in Xiao Chen, and for always being able to understand life. If you know each other's life, you will know that there is no such thing as a winner in life.

There are only a few high-quality resources in life, and each of us has only been allocated a little. God is fair to people after all. What you can do is to make good use of and cherish your own copy, and strive for more through hard work. If you can't change it, accept it and bear it.

There is no need to envy.