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Mentality is the biggest capital.

A philosopher said:"Your mindset is your true master"。

A great man said, "Either you go and control life, or life takes control of you." Your mindset determines who is the mount and who is the jockey".

One artist said, "You can't extend the length of life, but you can extend its width; You can't change the weather, but you can influence your mood; You can't control the environment, but you can adjust your mindset. ”

The Buddha said: Things change with the heart, the environment is created by the heart, and the troubles are born from the heart.

Dickens said: A sound mind is more powerful than a hundred wisdoms.

Emerson said: A man who is forever moving towards his goal, the whole world makes way for him.

Although these words are simple and convenient, they are classic and incisive, and there is no doubt that what kind of mental state a person has will produce what kind of life reality. Just like in business, the more capital you invest, the more profit you will make in the future.

In life, a good attitude can make you optimistic and open-minded; A good attitude can enable you to overcome the hardships you face; A good attitude can make you indifferent to fame and fortune and live a truly happy life. The history of human civilization for thousands of years has taught us that a positive mindset can help us achieve health, happiness and wealth.

A philosopher once said, "Your mind is your master." "In real life, we can't control what happens to us, but we can control our mentality; We can't change others, but we can change ourselves.

In fact, there is not much difference between people, the real difference is in the mentality. Therefore, whether a person is successful or not mainly depends on his mentality.

There are good times and bad times in life, and it is impossible to be adversity everywhere; There are peaks and valleys in life, and it is impossible to be at the bottom everywhere. Being proud because of good times or peaks, and being depressed because of adversity or troughs, are both shallow lives. In the face of setbacks, if you just blindly complain and get angry, then you are destined to be a weak person forever.

Throughout the ages, many people have failed not because of incompetence, but because of lack of self-confidence. Self-confidence is a kind of strength, but also a kind of motivation. When you are not confident, it is difficult for you to do things well; When you don't do anything well, you are even less confident.

It's a vicious circle. If you want to get out of this vicious circle, you have to fight against failure and build strong self-confidence.

It is better to act than to act, although action may not be successful, but if you do not act, you will definitely not succeed. Life doesn't pay you for what you want to do, it doesn't pay you for what you know, it pays you for what you do. A person's goals start from dreams, a person's happiness is grasped from the state of mind, and a person's success is achieved in action.

Because only action can nourish the food and spring water of your success.

"Talking about Life" Bing Xin.

I don't dare to say what life is, I can only say what life is like.

Life is like a river flowing eastward, it originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are his predecessors. He gathered a small stream of streams, formed into a powerful torrent, and rushed downward, and he zigzagged through the cliffs, washed down the layers of sand, and carried the billowing sand and stones, and flowed happily and bravely, enjoying all that happened to him along the way

Sometimes when he encountered the resistance of the rock, he rushed angrily, roaring, whirling, the ups and downs of the front and back waves, until he had crossed the cliff and washed down the precipice, and he calmly plunged for a thousand miles. Sometimes he passed through the fine flat sand, in the slanting sun and fragrant grass, and saw the red peach blossoms on the bank, he was happy and shy, flowing quietly, singing in a low voice, and gently spent this romantic journey.

Sometimes he was confronted with a storm, and this lightning, and this thunder, terrified his soul, and the wind swept him up, and the rain struck him, and he was temporarily cloudy and disturbed, and the rain and the sky cleared up, and only gave him many new strengths.

Sometimes he meets the sunset and the crescent moon, shining on him, projecting on him, with some faint warmth in the cold: at this time he only wants to rest, only wants to sleep, and the forward force still urges him to go forward......

Finally, one day, he saw the sea from afar, heh! He has come to the end of his journey, this sea, takes his breath away, makes him bow his head, how vast and great she is! How bright and how dark!

The sea solemnly stretched out its arms to pick him up, and he fell silently into her arms. He dissolved, naturalized, and there was no joy or sorrow!

Maybe one day, he will rise from the raindrops on the sea again, fly to the west, form a river again, and then wash down the stone walls on both sides, and then come to find the peach blossoms on the shore. However, I don't dare to say about the next life, and I don't dare to believe in the next life!

Life is like a small tree, he gathers a lot of vitality from the ground, stretches out under the ice and snow, and bravely and happily breaks out of the shell in the moist soil of early spring. He may grow on the plains, on the rocks, on the walls, if he looks up and sees the sky, oh! Saw the sky!

He stretched out his young leaves to absorb the air, to bear the sun, to sing in the rain and to dance in the wind.

He may be shaded by the tree, or he may be covered by the tree, but the strength of his youthful growth finally makes him break free through the branches and leaves, and stand up and raise his head under the scorching sun! He may have met the luxurious spring, he may have blossomed full of flowers, bees and butterflies flutter around him, birds singing in his branches, he will hear the yellow warbler singing, the cuckoo crying blood, and perhaps the strange song of the owl bird.

When he reaches his most luxuriant middle age, he stretches out his thick shade to shade the flowers and grasses under the trees, and he bears abundant fruits to present the endless sweetness and fragrance of the earth. The autumn wind rose, blowing his leaves, from thick green to crimson, under the autumn sun, he has a solemn splendor, not the pride of flowering, nor the happiness of the result, but the tranquility and joy after success!

"Lady Must Book Girl" Bi Shumin's.

When I was in high school, all I copied were Lu Xun's essays, and you can search for Lu Xun's essays.

The statements are all happening.