Everyone is desperately choosing to continue, and desperately choosing to give up. Is this what people call a half way?

“Give up!” my mother said this sentence to me more than once, and talked to me about life more than once. But every time we ended up in a rage, because my mother always said, “give up!” giving up and going on always haunted me. I always pursue perfection, No matter in that respect, I hope to do better and better. However, my mother has been suppressing my enthusiasm:“Children, give up! Give up the pursuit of perfect life, relax a little bit, give up your so-called happiness now, continue your journey of suffering, there is pain, there is sweet. Believe mom, I hope you will have a better life in the future.” Whenever this time, I will turn around and leave, will not pay attention to my mother said to give up. “ ‘now, everyone is desperately choosing to continue, and desperately choosing to give up.Is this what people call ”giving up halfway“? Since you have chosen, you should try to complete and realize it. You should not give up. You give up, which means you are escaping from yourself and reality. Isn’t that right? ”My mother smiled and shook her head. I should understand that giving up is also a kind of beauty sometimes.

When you choose a direction, you have to go through suffering, frustration and failure to achieve, which is very correct: but when you experience a failed love or are experiencing a love without results, it is better to give up! This does not mean escape, which is showing your courage, results and self-confidence. Give up your love, then you are beautiful.On the Bank of the ancient wind river, maybe I was a fish in the Song Dynasty, swimming in the clear microwave, maybe I was a wind in the Ming Dynasty, the poorer and the more I was in the narrow lane... When my mother held me in her arms, “you are my mother‘s good son, and every day I let my mother worry. Mother for you just let you give up, mother is afraid to see you after the sad tears. You are in an imperfect love, not fierce.No romance, no result. Give up! Let beauty fly. Mom believes you can do it. ” I still stubbornly choose to continue, but when tears fall in the palm of my hand, I understand that I lost, I lost to my mother, also lost to myself, but also lost to their own stubborn choice. When the first ray of sunlight comes into my first opened eyes, I understand what is light, when my first smiling face comes into my first opened eyes, I understand what is happiness; when my first belief comes into my confused mind, I understand what is beauty. Give up! Sometimes giving up is also a kind of beauty. Why not let beauty fly?