Ideals are full and reality is skinny. What realities have you succumbed to?

In my personal signature, I have used this sentence for a long time: change what is unacceptable and accept what cannot be changed.

There are many things that cannot be changed. For example, the beginning of our life is the starting point of our life and the basis of all our development. No matter how successful you are in the future or how far you go, , we are all inseparable from the final beginning. Maybe some people will say that man can defeat nature, and destiny is in his own hands. Of course, you have countless choices to make your destiny better, but all your changes come from this point, so I believe more in geographical determinism. The point where we are born has determined our life to a large extent. No matter how extreme you are, all variables are destined.

If you ask me what kind of reality I have succumbed to, I have learned to face the reality of family poverty when I was very young. Let me tell you what my family is like. I am A person born in the 1980s lived in a border town in the Northeast. It was not considered a rural area, but it was not rich and even poorer than the rural areas. It was rich in coal mines. His father was a miner. At the time of the poorest period, his father’s monthly salary was only Four to five hundred yuan is unimaginable today, but it was indeed like that when I was a child. My mother was very clever and knew how to make shoes. Basically, the shoes I wore before I entered junior high school were made by my mother’s hands. , and my father is also very good. He knows how to cut hair. He has a manual clipper. In order to save us the money of going to the barber shop for a haircut, he cuts our hair himself. The hair he cuts is very distinctive, like a teapot lid. , a bit like today’s chestnut head, but my dad’s quality was not good, and the cut was particularly ugly, and my classmates always laughed at me.

Later on, I became very low self-esteem. I always felt that being poor in my family was something that people looked down upon. Other students would use those square aluminum lunch boxes when bringing lunch. How I wanted to I wanted a lunch box like that, but there wasn’t one. My mother would always bring me rice and vegetables in an enamel teapot.

Such a reality slowly convinced me. I accepted that I was a child from a poor family. So far, I have not been able to reverse my fate. I still cannot make my child become a rich second child. generation.