Mortal Introspection

Self-preface: Take off the false halo of the protagonist For a long time, I lived in a delusion of self-deception. I always thought that I was an exception, that I was talented, more transparent than others, and more sober than others. When encountering difficulties, I always feel that I have to work harder You can catch up with everyone with just strength; when you see shortcuts, you always think that you are uniquely discerning and can easily avoid all the ups and downs in the world; when facing life, you always think yourself With an inexplicable sense of superiority, he defaults to being the unique protagonist in his life script, receiving all good luck, all preferences, and all gleaming things. The future should all come for me. I am conceited, flamboyant, and have high eyes and low hands. Overestimate your own talents, underestimate the hardships of life, and despise the persistence of others. I thought I had everything Understand and know everything. With a little cleverness, you can squander time wantonly. You don't bother to settle down and don't want to lower your head to see your ordinary self. ⼰ It wasn't until I hit the wall again and again, failed again and again, and failed embarrassingly in the face of reality again and again, that I finally woke up. It turns out that I have never been the chosen one. I have no innate halo, no unfavorable talent, and no natural luck. Luck. I am just the most ordinary and ordinary one among thousands of ordinary people. I will be confused, I will make mistakes, I will be lazy, I will give up halfway, I will try my best and still get nothing. I don't have superpowers, I can't control the ending We cannot predict the future, let alone make everything transparent and perfect. The self-righteousness I once had was just the stupidest illusion of youth; so The so-called innate specialness is just an illusion woven by oneself. Accepting the ordinary is an adult