We have known since childhood that we are unique and special. We think that we are extraordinary, can do great things, can realize our ideals, and can change the destiny of our family and even the world. But after many blows and setbacks, I realized that I was just an ordinary person, so ordinary that I could catch a lot of them.
Too many people hold uniqueness in mind, and their faces become blurred as they walk, blending in with the masses. Among the vast crowd, how many are special? Who can detect the difference between one leaf and another on the whole tree?
How can you blame others for ignoring your own ordinaryness?
Purpose: Understand your own ordinaryness as you grow, and redeem your own unbearableness while getting along...
