I am important
When I said the words "I am important", a shiver ran down the back of my neck. I know that this is exposing my forehead to bows and arrows, and my soul is easily hurt by other people's criticism.
For many years, no one dared to say that they were "important" in broad daylight. The education we have received since childhood is -----"I am not important".
As an ordinary soldier, I am not important compared with the glorious victory.
As a thin individual, I am not important compared with the strong collective.
As a dedicated woman, I am not important compared with the entire family.
As a part of human beings everywhere, we are not important compared with precious material things.
We ------ to put it simply, every single "I" ------ is important or not?
I am made up of the essence of countless stars, sun, moon, vegetation, mountains and rivers. As long as we calculate how much grain we eat and how much water we drink in our lifetime to condense into this beautiful body, we will definitely be surprised by the huge number. On weekdays, we still need to cherish a grain of rice or a leaf of vegetables. How can we take the spirit of all living things nourished by billions of grains of rice and billions of drops of nectar so lightly?
Of course. When I saw the narrow forehead and convex kiss of Peking Man in the museum, I was saddened by the roughness of the primitive period of human beings. The stone tools they crafted with great care look like very simple toys to today's eyes. Now that very young children can master language, we realize how far humans have come on the road to evolution. Our heads are a piece of history, and the traces of countless ancestors’ progress are stored deep in our minds. We are the latest green leaves to sprout on the trunk of a billion-year-old tree. We not only belong to ourselves, but also to the land. The fire of the human spirit is an endless chain. As a delicate link, if we deny our own importance, we are shirking a sacred commitment.
Looking back at the process of our birth, the chimera of two sets of prenatal genes is full of chance that humans cannot grasp. Each one of us is a product of opportunity.
I often think that if it were another man and another woman, I would never be where I am today...
Even this man and this woman, if they were different, If we fell in love for a moment, we would never be the same as I am now...
Even if this man and this woman are in love at this moment, they still may not be able to fall in love because of the interruption of a small fallen leaf or the crisp cry of a bird. There will be me like this...
An imagination that makes people feel sad and even fearful, rising slowly and inevitably like fog, blurring our origin and destination, which is disturbing. Don't stop thinking suddenly.
Our lives sit at the top of the pyramid built by probability. In the face of the miraculous creations of nature, do we still have the right and qualification to say that I am not important?
For our parents, we will always be unique and unrepeatable. No matter how many children they have, we are all unique.
If I no longer exist, they will leave only a piece of love, floating in the wind like spider threads.
If I get sick, their hearts will shrink into stones, and they will pray to God countless times for my recovery, and even hope that the pain will befall them ten times more intensely in exchange for me. of peace.
Every drop of my success is like passing through a magnifying glass, entering their pupils and capturing their hearts.
If we leave them before them, their white hair will hang from sunrise to sunset, and their tears will make the Pacific Ocean swell.
In the face of this unbearable family affection, do we still dare to say that I am not important?
Our memories are closely intertwined with our partners, like two confused The colors on a plate can no longer be separated. You were originally yellow, and I was originally blue. Our most common color is green, which is so vibrant and green. A man who has lost his wife has no ribs in his chest that are the key to life and death, and his heart is exposed, bleeding with every breeze. A woman who has lost her husband is like a zither string that has been chopped and broken, each one singing to itself for a long time in the rainy night...
In the face of our comrades who help each other, can we have the heart to say that I am not important?
To our children, we are the only ones who are supreme and supreme. We are their original universe, we are the unfathomable ocean. If we hide away, our children will never lose the unparalleled love of blood. The sky will tilt to the northwest, the earth will sink to the southeast, and there will be no recovery. Broken plates can stick together, but broken childhood can never be restored. The wound was bleeding, and there was no mother's hand to bandage it.
When faced with a choice, there is no father's wisdom to guide him... Facing future generations, do we have the courage to say that I am not important?
Getting along with friends, knowing each other for many years, makes us only rely on a slightly frowned eyebrow. , A twitch of eyelashes can reveal the other person's mood. If I am no longer there, it will be like the computer losing a file that has not been copied, leaving an unfillable black hole in his memory bank. In the dead of night, after pressing a few phone key codes, my fingers suddenly stopped. There was no need to recite the string of numbers silently anymore. During holidays, she wrote stacks of greeting cards. When it was my turn to address, she closed her eyes... After a long time, she filled out a greeting card with no address but only name, and burned it in the wind where no one was.
Close friends who have known each other for many years are like ancient pottery in the desert. Every time one of them is broken, one piece will be missing, and the exact same finished product will never be found again. In the face of such friendship, do we still have the nerve to say that I am not important?
I am important.
I am an indispensable master of my work and career. My original ideas soar in the sky like a flock of doves, and only I can catch their feathers. My ideas are scattered on the beach like pearls, waiting for me to string them together with golden thread. My will stretches forward, until the distance where the horizon disappears...
No one can replace me, just like I cannot replace others. I am important.
I whispered to myself. I am not used to announcing this statement loudly. We have lived in unimportance for too long.
I am important.
I repeated it. The sound amplified a bit. I heard my heart beating violently at this call.
I am important.
I finally announced this loudly to the world. After a while, I heard echoes from the mountains and rivers.
Yes, I am important. Each of us should have the courage to say this. Our status may be humble and our status may be small, but this does not mean that we are unimportant.
Importance is not a synonym for greatness, it is the soul's commitment to life.
For a newborn sapling, every leaf is important. For a gestating embryo, every chromosome fragment is important. Even a space shuttle flying around the world can explode in the sky because of a leakage of an oil seal rubber ring. Can you say it is not important?
People often judge whether we are important from the perspective of career success. But I want to say that as long as we work hard at all times and strive for the light, we are living an extremely important life.
Let us hold our heads high and declare loudly to the countless creatures on our beautiful planet----------
I am important.