I remember walking down Paulista Street one afternoon with Four Grams and discussing a question.

People were overwhelmed by business trips, with endless scripts to write and films to cut. Walking down Paulista Street after a kilo meal, we said, if financially free, then what job would you want to do and what industry would you be in?

The moment you think of financial freedom, you think, it's so easy, I can do whatever I want.

Then we go for a long time, we fall silent.

That time, the girl who was in grad school in St. Paul asked us what would be a good job to get after her master's degree.

She asked us, and we said never come to CCTV, she asked her embassy buddies, and they said, never come to the ministry, and she asked the boys in the Chinese companies, and they said never go to the enterprises.

Then she was confused. She said, why are you all so negative, shouldn't it be about doing a job and loving it? Didn't you guys choose the jobs you have now?

The path is indeed all of our own choosing.

Most of the people around me are in the industry of their dreams.

The boy who works in international sales said that he used to envy the international elites who fly around the world with briefcases and simple luggage and talk about business all over the world, and then he really went to multinational corporations to work in sales and became him.

The girl who works in the embassy said that she used to watch the press conference of the prime minister on TV and envied most those high-flop sisters sitting behind the prime minister, and then she really went to work in the Foreign Ministry and became her.

A colleague said she used to be most envious of Lvqiu Luwei, having read her books and listened to her speeches, and was most envious of her as a war correspondent, and then she also became a reporter, went to the war and became her.

But what we didn't expect was later.

Then the boy lived apart from his family for years, spending 12 days in the country the first year, 23 days the second, and only 8 days the third. He went back in a hurry to get married and left in a hurry. On every southern hemisphere night, working late into the night, opening the fridge, drinking a can of soda made from Amazon fruit and moving on to the next report.

One time when a family member was sick and hospitalized, he traveled to a remote town with no signal and was out of touch for days.

He said that those late-night soda moments, those moments when there was no cell phone signal, he thought about quitting his job two hundred times.

Later, the girl who worked at the embassy, expatriated to Africa to work as a civilian-suited liberation soldier in a country where war and disease coexist.

She said she was in extremely difficult conditions, every time she saw the circle of friends which girl and went to the Maldives on vacation, the girl in the same dormitory and gave birth to a second child, these moments, she suspected two hundred times, the ideal is actually worth it, and she should not resign.

Later, Lvqiu Luwei resigned from Phoenix to pursue a new ideal in life. That same female reporter who has been to the war zone, in the traditional media is declining, in the media people are in the era of collective confusion, looking at their own meager salary, has been unattainable housing prices, and then look at their own adherence to the ideals of journalism, she hesitated two hundred times, whether to resign, and whether to change careers.

So you see, even the best jobs have too many crushing moments.

There isn't a job where you don't want to quit.

We're all the same. We have a ton of reasons why we want to quit.

The boss is unapproachable, we work more overtime than we do at work, our coworkers collude, and we cry with sadness at every aggravating moment. We don't care whether the workplace believes in tears or not, we cry first.

Why should we be made to take the blame for that?

Why is it always us who do the most thankless projects?

And then we find out every year-end bonus day that the bitches who can kiss ass are the big winners in life, and all those shifts we've worked all year long are considered tears shed!

I fondly remember the first year of work, in order to a simply another department of the teacher made a mistake, precisely by the teacher himself scolded the moment, I was so aggrieved that I cried in the office, and secretly resolved to never work here again, open the computer, the first thing to do is to reorganize their own resumes.

What came to my mind was, how can there be a future working with such teammates, I'm leaving and never coming back.

It was the first year of the stupid rookie.

Doing more, feel aggrieved, was wrongly blamed, feel aggrieved, their own overtime others did not work overtime, feel aggrieved, their own achievements were taken by others to take credit, feel aggrieved. Brainstorming their own proposals do not know how much better than the old people, but is sung, feel aggrieved June to snow.

Newcomers to the first year, we every pay, want to immediately see the return. It was a white satin, and we couldn't afford to see any imperfections.

As long as there is a little wrong, we silently recite two hundred times, I want to resign I want to resign.

Aren't you the same way.

But, if it's true that I never come back, then I won't have a chance to tell you the story of Latin America. If I did quit my job at that time, then the poetry and faraway places that I had my heart set on might be even less likely to be realized in other jobs and industries.

So you see, every one of us has been criticized, misunderstood, and taken the blame and ridiculed.

People in the workplace, you're not the exception.

All these moments, all of us have gritted our teeth and persevered.

And all people must travel these rivers to grow stronger inside, to smile and talk to the bitches, to not cling to the plight of the moment, because we know we have further to go.

Those who have to rush, who don't have time to stop and gather around, to ponder, to complain, to hate, to hold great things in their hearts, are apt to fade away.

Many new children in the workplace will say, because of this job #￥%&@%, so I want to quit.

In fact, there is not a job is as you imagine the general success. Just like Liu Ruoying said, there is no job that is not aggravating.

Then you'll say, "So, I don't want to work, I want to start my own business, I want to be my own boss. I've read a quote that goes deeper than that.

"Starting a business is more aggravating than working."

Then back to that question at the beginning, what do you want to do when you're financially free.

Don't answer me, you want to travel the world. Because, all those people who talk about how they want to play every day, watch dramas every day, and play games every day after they are financially free have not thought this through and will never be financially free. Because supposedly, even traveling the world for two years is enough to see the Eiffel Tower and eat paella forever, so what about the rest of your life?

And you look at the people who are truly financially free, all of them are still working, you look at the serial entrepreneurs, they are all still doing what they love.

No job is a job you don't want to quit. Understanding this, can we not go to those tangled, confused, wandering moments less, can we not think two hundred times less, and then go to find what they really love.

After all, the time spent working is actually one-third of our lives.