When I said "I am important", a thrill passed behind my neck. I know this is exposing my forehead to bows and arrows, and my mind is easily criticized by others. For years, no one dared to say that he was "very important" in broad daylight. The education we received from childhood is-"I am not important".
As an ordinary soldier, compared with brilliant victory, I am not important.
As a thin individual, I am not important compared with a vibrant group.
As a dedicated woman, compared with the whole family, I am not important.
As a member of people everywhere, compared with precious materials, we are not important.
In short, does every "I" matter?
I am made up of the essence of countless stars, the sun, the moon, vegetation and mountains. As long as we calculate how much food we eat and how much water we drink in our lifetime, we will be surprised by the huge figures. On weekdays, we should still cherish a grain of rice and a piece of vegetable. Can we treat the spirit of everything cultivated by hundreds of millions of millet and hundreds of millions of drops of manna lightly?
When I saw the narrow foreheads and prominent kisses of Beijingers in the museum, I was amazed at the roughness of human primitive times. Their elaborate stone tools are nothing but very simple toys from today's perspective. Now that very young children can manipulate language skillfully, we realize how far we have come on the road of evolution. Our head is a history, and countless traces of our ancestors' progress are stored in the depths of our minds. We are the newly sprouted green leaves on the trunk of billions of years, not only belonging to ourselves, but also to this land. The fire of human spirit is a continuous chain. As a delicate link, we deny our importance and shirk a sacred promise.
Looking back at the process of our birth, the chimerism of two groups of life genes is full of contingency that people can't grasp. Each of us is a product of opportunity.
I often think that if it was another man and another woman, I would never be here today. ...
Even if this man and this woman fall in love for another hour, there will be no me at this moment. ...
Even if this man and woman are disturbed by a small fallen leaf or a crisp bird song at this moment, there may still be no such me. ...
A disappointing and even frightening imagination rises slowly like a mist, blurring our starting point and ending point, and people have to stop thinking constantly.
Our life is at the top of the pyramid of probability. In the face of nature's uncanny workmanship, do we still have the right and qualification to say that I am not important?
For parents, we will always be unrepeatable orphans. No matter how many children they have, we are unique.
If I don't exist, they will leave a love in the air, floating like spider silk in the wind.
If I get sick, their hearts will shrink to stone, and they will pray to God for my recovery countless times, and even wish that the pain of disaster would come to them ten times stronger in exchange for my peace.
Every drop of my success is like passing through a magnifying glass, entering their pupils and absorbing their hearts.
If we walk in front of them, their white hair will hang from sunrise to sunset, and their tears will make the Pacific Ocean ebb. In the face of this unbearable affection, dare we say that I am not important?
Our memories are closely intertwined with our partners, just like two colors mixed in a dish, which are inseparable. You used to be yellow, I used to be blue, and our same color is green, green is full of vitality and green is about to drip. A man who lost his wife has no vital ribs in his chest, his atrium is bare, and every breeze drops blood. A woman who has lost her husband is a broken string, each of which has been sung for a long time in a rainy night ... do we have the heart to say that I am not important in front of fellow travelers?
Look down on our children, only we are supreme. We are their original universe, and we are an unfathomable ocean. If we hide, the children will lose their honest and unparalleled blood love forever, and the sky will fall to the southeast and the ground will fall to the northwest. Broken plates can stick together, but a broken childhood can never be recovered. The wound is bleeding, and there is no mother's hand to bind it up for him. In the face of choice, there is no father's wisdom to advise him ... in the face of future generations, do we have the courage to say that I am not important?
With friends, we have known each other for many years, so that we can understand each other's feelings with a slight frown and a quivering eyelash. If I leave, it's like a computer losing a file that hasn't been copied, leaving an irreplaceable black hole in its memory. In the dead of night, when I pressed a few phone keys, my fingers suddenly stopped, and the string of numbers no longer needed to be recited. On holidays, she wrote many greeting cards. When it was my turn to speak, she closed her eyes ... After a long time, she filled out a greeting card with no address but a name and burned it in the deserted air.
A close friend of a good friend for many years is like an ancient pottery in the desert. If one piece is broken, one piece is missing, and the same finished product can't be found any more. In the face of such friendship, do we still have the face to say that I am not important?
I am very important.
I am an indispensable master of my work and career. My unique ideas soar in the sky like pigeons, and only I can catch their feathers. My thoughts are scattered on the beach like pearls, waiting for me to string them together with gold thread. My will stretches forward until the horizon disappears ... no one can replace me any more than I can replace others. I am very important.
I whispered to myself. I'm not used to announcing this idea loudly and clearly. We have lived a life of insignificance for too long. I am very important.
I repeated it. It's a little loud. I heard my heart beating violently on this phone. I am very important.
I finally announced this to the world loudly. Moments later, I heard echoes from mountains, rivers and oceans.
Yes, I am very important. Each of us should have the courage to say so. Our position may be humble, and our position may be insignificant, but this does not mean that we are unimportant.
Importance is not the same as greatness, but the spiritual commitment to life.
People often judge whether we are important from the perspective of success. But I want to say that as long as we have been working hard and fighting for the light, we are living an extremely important life.
Let's hold our heads high and announce loudly to countless creatures on our beautiful planet-
I am very important.