When I was in elementary school, my teacher sent out a notice for an essay contest to let me and a few of my classmates with good grades compete. I thought, "I don't want to write an essay, I don't want to write an essay, I have so much homework, I don't have time to write an essay, and I haven't seen that one win a prize since I've written it so many times! With this thought in mind, I said to the teacher, "I won't participate." "You have to think about it, this competition is national, and winning an award can be used as a voucher for priority admission to a good junior high school!" The teacher said. But I still refused, and she always said that every time there was an essay contest.
I played it easy, everyone else was working very hard in between classes writing and correcting their essays. Instead, I hung around and laughed at them every now and then, "What's the point of writing, you won't win any prizes anyway." I watched them transcribing and revising over and over again, transcribing and revising again, and I felt relieved: it was just going to drop like a stone anyway, and luckily I'm so smart that I'm not going to go for it!
Days like water flowed quietly and passed, their essay nowhere to be found, I laugh: "I said it, you write in vain again, should have been the same as me not to participate." But one day in class, the teacher brought news that one of the students who participated in the last essay contest won the second prize in the country! I was wondering who it was, and when I heard it, I realized that it was a classmate whose essay writing was much worse than mine. I watched him cheerfully go up to the stage to receive the award, and the rest of my heart was cold. I regret, if I had participated, I would not only be worse than him? At any rate, it is a first prize! But why didn't I participate? Why didn't I participate? I asked myself over and over again in my heart, but things have passed, I finally missed the opportunity, lost everything that should have belonged to me.
Once upon a time, because of timidity, I missed the opportunity to show myself; because of low self-esteem, I missed the opportunity to speak on stage; because of selfishness, I missed a beautiful friendship. Only when we lose, we know how to cherish. Yes, missed, lost, there will be no more opportunities.