I used to feel like a cripple, with no money, no power and no power. Life is servile in the world, and I can't understand the feelings of those who look at the world with their hearts. Even if people around me do nothing, I will feel sorry for myself. If you walk by me inadvertently, I will tremble because I have no confidence. You can't look straight ahead, and your steps are not uniform. My words can't even be expressed. We lost before we started. Even I like to compare my own shortcomings with others, and compare my own shortcomings with his wealth. I finally found that all I lacked was courage and self-confidence.
If you don't strive for some things, don't dream of others. I feel inferior and even dissatisfied with everything about myself. Maybe it's family reasons. Although I don't agree with my mother's family education, I was born her daughter, and I have nothing to complain about, let alone what she has done for me. Without culture, she is actually very sad. I never felt sorry for her. Grow up slowly and find that my mother is poor. She makes money by herself. I don't think it's rare to make money. How naive she was at that time. She has a great influence on me, and even in the future I will have her shadow on me.
She said: he can't give me what I want, I have to fight for it myself. I am the proud child in her heart. She said I was unrealistic and worthless. In fact, I am very naive and have been living under the protection of my parents. When my parents' abilities gradually became limited, I began to understand a lot, and I realized that I had nothing. I used to complain why my parents were so poor, so I wouldn't haggle over every ounce and spend money carefully. And the people around me, parents are very rich, spending money lavishly. Every time I spend money, I feel very painful. I know this money is hard to come by. I hate myself for being so sensible.
I also blame my parents for being farmers and why there are so many kinds of jobs in 1000. They work hard, but they earn little money. I will hate them in my heart when I see them with their backs to the loess in the scorching sun. Whenever I see my mother go to a parent-teacher conference, I am as nervous as a child, my hands are red and covered with calluses. Looking at a mother among a bunch of brightly dressed mothers, I feel distressed. She can buy a beautiful dress and have her hair permed. But, no, she said she was incompetent, and she had tried her best to give me the best. what can I say? I wanted to hug her, but I cried hard.
I feel inferior, because I have nothing recognized in this world. I only have hard-working parents. To me, they are not enjoying life, but suffering. I live in a world of inferiority, and I can't get out. Anyone can say that I am running away and giving up the struggle. My mother said, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be interested in living. I'm at a loss. It turns out that my parents live for me. I am too mediocre. Who do I deserve? So, I forced myself to abandon this bad mood and attitude towards life. Seeing my mother living so tired and hard, I thought my efforts had a direction. I'm not doing it for anyone. What can I do for someone? Don't compare, live for yourself.