Three Grasses in a Man's Life

China is an ancient country with a profound culture and endless philosophy. Many proverbs are just a few words, but they contain rich life wisdom. Don’t believe it? Then take a look at the three grasses in a man’s marriage and love career:

The first strain

A good horse never turns back. This grass grows at the beginning of a man's path. At this time, a man is pursuing a career, and he often has to endure other people's words and read other people's faces.

He is often despised for being poor and rejected for being unknown. In this situation, the first level of separation of men begins: some men will go back and forth, and then return to the original place, looking for some coins in the pile of old papers, and bow their heads to beg the boss who once made them angry: Please give me another chance...

———So a man like this can only go so far.

Other men will pull away. There is a stubbornness in their nature that refuses to turn back: If you don’t want me, I will build my own world. This type of man is the most basic type of successful man, and history has repeated this scene countless times. The little soldier who was humiliated and refused to turn back in anger eventually became a stunning general. Those men who have achieved success in the midst of storms are mostly those steeds who are determined to find other pastures. So when a man encounters this situation, he must never look back. Remember, no matter how good the grass behind you is, it has been eaten by others.

The second strain

There is always a better choice. This grass grows on a man's love line, but a man blinded by love often cannot see this grass of wisdom. They will be obsessed with a girl they think is cute, lose their appetite, and want to get her as soon as possible, even to the point of affecting their normal life. People often hear men who are stuck in a love cycle say: She is the only woman worthy of my love in this life! There is only one person among the 6.4 billion people on the earth who is worthy of his love. This is obviously childish nonsense, but it is also a psychological process that every man must go through.

Many men, when they look back at themselves after they have truly become men, can't help but feel fortunate: Fortunately, I left A in time, so I had the opportunity to meet such a good B! Love is like this, don't think that the flowers you see are the most beautiful flowers. After you travel to the ends of the earth, you will know that the plant called golden needle flower in the mountains is just called daylily in the city.

The third strain

A rabbit doesn't eat grass near its burrow. This grass is gray, and it grows when a man is successful in his career but becomes increasingly impetuous. This grass is not good, but it is a bitter medicine to reconcile a bad life. At this time, the man may be enduring the seven-year itch because of the boredom of marriage, or he may be holding great power and staring at the safe next to him in a daze. At this time, the man needs to understand the profoundness and breadth of this sentence: the woman next to you is beautiful, but she is your subordinate; the money in the safe is rich, but it is the public funds of your unit. If your heart is moved, you will be in a state of confusion and unable to distinguish between safety and danger.

If you take advantage of your subordinate, she is no longer your subordinate; if you take the money from the safe, you are no longer safe. If a rabbit eats the grass near its nest, it will have nowhere to hide. The life framework that it has carefully constructed and the peaceful mood that it has cultivated over the years will all of a sudden disappear. A man who is naked in life is a man in danger.

If you don't believe it, you can look through the official history and anecdotes from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad. All the men who were successful in their careers but ended up in bad luck were like this: they haphazardly destroyed the order around them, and in the end the result was that the king was not a king, the minister was not a minister, the public was not fair, and the private was not private. In the end, when the rabbit has eaten the last grass beside its nest, all it sees is the black hole of the shotgun.