Harry's dynamic alarm clock rings at 7:30 every day, two slices of bread are baked in the bread machine, he listens to the weather and road information, and squeezes a confident smile in the mirror before going out; he is stuck on the road and honks irritably in the car , making the already lively surroundings even more noisy. After I arrived at the company, I taught the employees the essentials of sales, and taught them to be positive, optimistic, smiling, confident, and not to be depressed; day after year, day after year, the apparent success expert has a hidden pain in his heart, and his family life is not harmonious. Lost, he is not happy, suppressed but has nowhere to release the pressure.
From this, I saw my own shadow: cheering myself up every day, teaching myself to be confident and optimistic, and to transmit positive energy to the outside world. In other people's eyes, I do look like this, but I also have a hidden pain in my heart, and I am not as happy as I imagined. There is nowhere to release the pressure in my heart, and some are just temporarily forgotten, put it in a corner that I cannot see for the time being, and then it will run out on its own. Never put it down, just pretended not to see. Year after year, day after day, will I also be submerged in this "regular" life, without my own rhythm?
I hope that I can be like Harry, and finally be able to regain my happiness, be calm and calm from the bottom of my heart, the same repetitive life, but with a different splendor. Even with the irritating horns all around, I can still laugh, drink and wait, even get out of the car to join them, help them, and laugh with them.
George was indeed a gift from God, so he was specially created on the eighth day in a world with only seven days. Laugh when you are happy, cry when you are unhappy, and soon find your own happiness after crying! He's not smart, he's not as mature and slick as we are, but he's craving family, friendship, and love. Of course, he understands. He is like a child, obeying human nature and heart, and living a simple and simple life. I don't expect myself to have the experience of Harry and find the peace and happiness in my heart only when I meet a George, but I can try to have one more George in my life and live simply and purely. In the early morning, you can wave your hand to the rising sun and listen to the birds in the bushes sing pleasant notes; you can also sit quietly, lean against the tree, stroke the grass, listen to the natural breathing, and really calm yourself down.
Since when have we grown up. No longer so "childish", no more childish innocence and innocence.
Since when have we grown old. No longer so "happy", but also lost the share of pure beauty.
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