There is a group of people, they are positive and self-disciplined, every day according to the plan, organized; they are not ostentatious, treat themselves as the humblest grass, waiting for the day when life blooms.
They get up at 5:00 a.m. to work out, you are sleeping; 7:00 a.m. to enjoy a hearty breakfast, protein, vitamins, starch, fiber all kinds of things, a good start for the new day, when they clean up ready to start a full day of work, you are still sleeping;
They spend the morning efficiently completing one task after another, even discovering new business opportunities, discovering opportunities that have the potential to make a difference in their lives, and as lunchtime approaches, they stretch out, ready to take a break, when you finally get up.
They eat selectively because they know exactly what they want, and you feel hungry after you get up, so you wash your face without even brushing your teeth, open the fridge and get the fries and coke you brought back from last night's high with your friends;
After your nap, they get back to work, and you finally have enough to eat and drink and sit down in front of your computer. Yes, your day has begun.
Maybe it's to finish the work they didn't have time to do during the day, or maybe it's because they just signed up for an online class two days ago, when you're still immersed in dota and your postings aren't popular enough.
Finally, 22:00 arrives, and they stop working, maybe go to a shelf full of books to get down a book, maybe pick up their favorite instrument intended to practice, or maybe have gone to bed. Of course, before going to bed they think about what they've done during the day, what they've learned, and what lessons they've learned. Finally, they re-remind themselves of that dream they have buried deep inside, and then go to sleep satisfied.
At this point you're still waiting for upgrades, still top posting, still micro-blogging, still crying over male and female, and your day is just beginning to be wonderful. In the latter half of the night, you felt vaguely sleepy and reluctantly turned off your computer, your body already stinks, but you didn't bother to take a shower. You headed to the messy bed, got under the dirty covers, and pulled out your phone - yes, the clapper party couldn't hurt.
You know you are surrounded by a group of "them", but you have no way to feel their presence. Until one day, you and "he/she" finally meet up romantically-.
He / she is the CEO, you are ordinary working people; he / she is the director, you are weak small staff; he / she travels around the world, read the university you miss, taking pictures you want to take, living the life you want to live, he / she all kinds of wanton little fresh, and you, yes, I know you hate little fresh, but what does it matter? The facts already do.