我的天

Sometimes I would ask myself what’s the difference between others and me. Now, I think I have gotten a temporary final answer – perseverance, which combine with courage would lead to success. Yet in many situations, I just obtain the right hand (persistence), but lose the other (confidence). That’s OK, because I’m an ordinary people, the one with many kinds of shorts.

A quarter to an hour ago, I saw a program about intelligence children. The IQ of them are more than 130, so they should be out of others in theory, however, the roads of them are so different too. In fact, some of them have done a great job, yet another just return to an everyman. Someone will say the genius’ killer is the out of date policy, but I don’t think so. The reason that stars fall from the sky is they commite suicide. None could help the one without ambitious to become difference, so if a genius failed, hadn’t they have some struggle before? I’m not a genius from head to toe, for this I never expect to win without hard working.

Just like everybody else, I’m the unique one. One ovum and one sperm met by chance, and combined together, after developed, that cell formed me. Birthed in 1985, and cultivated in my family and schools. Till now, no one could redial the time; consequently even the God couldn’t copy another me.

Unique me have my own strongpoint, needn’t envy others, let your arm to fire the best, you already triumph.