When did you begin to believe in fate?

Life is only a few decades, and we are unlucky. Maybe we won't see the sun tomorrow. Life is so mysterious. Sometimes you don't believe what happened, but you must believe it. As the saying goes, there must be something in life, and there is no need to force it in life.

When did you begin to believe in your own destiny?

Bian Xiao I once didn't believe in fate, because it was nonsense and superstition. Our destiny is in our own hands. This is what textbooks and social values have been teaching us. But as time went on, I began to believe in numerology.

Why? Because when I was young, I used to hate a city, because it brought me many unpleasant memories. I remember I borrowed a little girl's homework for reference, and of course I finished it soon. Then my mother asked me to accompany her to a party in a city I hated (I didn't hate that city at that time), which was the kind of party that others bought for guests. After three rounds of wine, it's over. Those relatives insisted on dragging my mother to stay for a few more days, but the time I agreed with the little girl was coming, so I clamored to go back, but the adults said, what was important when you were a child? Stay with your mother for a few more days. When I was a child, I never said anything about them, so I ran to my mother and cried that I was going back. My mother finally listened to me and took me home. I kept the appointment smoothly. On the bus back, I secretly vowed that I would never stay in this city again. After that, similar things happened several times, which made me very unhappy. I really hate this city, not because I don't like it, but because of my relatives living in it.

When did you begin to believe in your own destiny?

But at the end of the college entrance examination, I made an appointment with a classmate to work to earn money, and then bought myself some college supplies. Coincidentally, the factory we went to was in that city. I lived in that city for two months, during which I took about four days off, and then I went to volunteer. My head teacher in high school is very nice, so I went to find her with my deskmate and asked her to help us analyze which college it is. Just a few minutes beyond a line, she rummaged through everything and helped me list several universities. The first choice turned out to be a college in the city I hate most, because I didn't care when I saw that score, and then I wrote it according to the teacher's recommendation. Finally, I guessed you and was admitted as the first choice.

When did you begin to believe in your own destiny?

From then on, I began to believe in fate, because when I was in high school, I never thought that my university would start and end in that city I hated. Alas, it's all fate. To borrow a word: everyone you meet in life is doomed. What I want to say now is not only people, but also things. Everything you meet is destiny takes a hand.

But be careful, I'm not asking you to let go, because since success and failure are fate, why not try the failure after hard work and taste the pain of failure? It is also a kind of life. Although it will hurt, it is a different style on the road of life.