During the lunch break, I took my mobile phone and flipped through the circle of friends. A game test forwarded in the circle of friends attracted me. The rules of the game are very simple: click on the link, enter your name, and the test results will be displayed immediately.
The friend's test result is: her Achilles heel is no weakness. The friend himself followed the thread: what a cool result. I responded to her: The key is that this weakness cannot be corrected.
In addition to joking, my curiosity was also aroused, and I lost my name in order to confirm the credibility of this game. I entered the real name first, and it came out quickly: Your Achilles heel is too specificity. I was stunned, and then entered a pseudonym, the test result is: your Achilles heel is like to tell the truth. Again I was stunned, the test results were horrific.
I can't explain whether these small tests have any scientific basis. However, when faced with my own test results, I was secretly shocked. The Achilles' heel it said was a dozen, twenty or even thirty years ago. I've been told that already, though to different opinions.
"Damn girl, are you going to be mad at me?" My mother told me this.
That year, when I was seven or eight years old, I was reading a little book at my neighbor’s sister’s house. My mother asked me to go to the mountains to herd cattle. I reluctantly said, "I'll go after I've finished reading it." My mother naturally disagreed, and my "bending" strength came up, and I continued to read the villain book with my head down. My mother was so angry that she pulled me up and walked out. I was too weak to screw my mother, so she staggered and followed me out.
I stomped on the ground with my feet and leaned back desperately: "I'm not going, I'm going to finish reading the villain book." . There is a big tree outside the neighbor's yard, which saved me at a critical moment. I struggled to run to the big tree and hugged it tightly, never letting go.
That day, my mom and I got into a fight. The sun is already very strong at ten o'clock in the morning in summer. The two of us tangled under that tree. My mother broke my hand hard and raised her hand to beat me. I hugged the tree tightly, and the exposed little arm was scratched with blood from the rough bark, and it hurt a lot. There is no intention of letting go.
That day, my mother finally lost to me. She saw the bloodshot on my arm, and tears fell: "You bitch, are you going to be mad at me?"
"Oh, you are not stupid, but you have a fatal weakness, that is, you are too Perseverance." This was said by a teacher in my high school.
The class he taught was the science subject that bothered me the most, but I actually learned that class well. Of course, in the dumbest way. I carefully copied the example problems in the textbook several times, not to mention every exercise problem after class. The end result of that was to give me a pass to college. As the teacher said, when you enter university, you will know how wonderful the outside world is. Going to today, looking back, I can only thank you. Thank you for your perseverance and the guidance of the teacher.
Another one that tells me that my fatal flaw is too specificity is this very interesting little game. Whether it makes sense or not, I'm totally convinced by this test result. I think of one thing I have been doing for ten years and still doing it - writing.
I'm not a writing genius, but I love it. Over the past ten years, I can't remember how many tears I have shed because my manuscript was rejected. Needless to say, small blows, that year, there were two novels that were successfully signed with great pains and hardships. Seeing the final publication process, they were still "aborted" due to some changes.
At that time, in the face of such a result, I wanted to cry without tears. In those long nights, I sat in front of the computer and typed passionately; the online communication with the editor again and again, and the careful revision, became a bubble in an instant. No one can understand that feeling.
My husband witnessed all my hard work with his own eyes. He was very distressed, but he pretended to comfort me with ease: "You don't write a word, you can't earn a penny, and I can support you just as well. Just write it yourself. Just having fun."
I echoed and laughed: "Okay, I have a strong backing, what am I afraid of?" After laughing, tears poured out wildly, I fell on the sofa and cried happily. Then, I got up, washed my face, went to the computer and pressed the two novels with a total of more than 400,000 words into a folder. I decided to start from scratch.
Starting from scratch is the best boost I give myself every time I face setbacks. It allows me to quickly forget the frustration of failure, pull my feet out of the quagmire of failure, and travel light, and it also allows me to find my place very quickly.
Only those who start from zero can open, absorb, absorb and progress to the maximum extent.
Some people like to raise the bar and say that my Achilles' heel is laziness. Then, your great advantage lies in your laziness. If you can cure your laziness, you will be a completely different newcomer; some people say that my fatal weakness is stupidity. Then, please remember that diligence can make up for clumsiness, stupid birds fly first, and stupid people can have their own sky.
So, even in the face of your Achilles heel, there's nothing to be frustrated about. Your biggest strengths are often hidden in your Achilles' heels. The question is, are you determined to tap into your greatest strengths?