The balance of life

I don't know if you believe it or not, no matter what kind of life, in the short or long life need to balance, and will be balanced in the end. Snow White naturally has her beautiful face as it should be, but also because of the jealousy of her stepmother and being hunted, poisoned combs and poisoned apples and other dangers brought about by the unsatisfactory; Cinderella naturally has its tragic fate of all kinds, but also its wonderful reward of finally coming true. Blind, Italy's Andrea Cepoli became a famous blind singer; leg disability, Ireland's Christy Brown but with the only able to move the left foot typing keyboard, become a famous writer. The tall ones, such as Yao Ming, can naturally achieve his career, he can go to the NBA to play basketball in the United States, the scenery is unlimited. But short, it must be inferior to a tall one? Such as Napoleon, by today's standards probably have to be a second-degree disability, but his short height does not prevent him from becoming a hero of the world.

　　This is like what Aesop's fable says: the tall giraffe can eat the leaves on the top of the tall tree, but can't walk into the short door; the short goat can't eat the leaves on the top of the tall tree, but can easily walk into the short door.

　　Knowing the meaning of this point in life, we can fully appreciate that life is actually a flowing river, the rocks through the air, the waves lapping the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow, is a scenario in life; the tide is flat on both shores, the wind is hanging, is also a scenario in life. A river in the process of flow, can not always be the former scenery, nor can it always be the latter scenery, it has to be in the overall flow of the balance before flowing forward, always into the big river and the sea. Therefore, we don't have to lose sight of the other, we don't have to deliberately pursue a certain point. In such a balance of life, let our mind be more relaxed, let our life be more peaceful, let our life be more like a spreading picture.

　　That year I went to Turkey and met Mr. Sabancı, who is known as the richest man in Turkey. It is not an exaggeration to say that Mr. Sabancı is the richest man in Turkey, but there, all the Toyota cars running on the street are made by his family, and all the places where there are white letters "SA" on a blue background are his family's properties, and all the things with white letters "SA" on a blue background are his family's properties. "SA" letters on a blue background are his products. In Turkey, the "SA" logo is everywhere; Sabancı's name is a household name.

　　Such a rich man had a bad fate: his two children, a son and a daughter, were both disabled. Fate played cruel jokes with him in this way, but he thought that this was actually a balance given to him by life, without complaining to God. His thoughts are somewhat similar to those of the ancients: "People have their sorrows and joys, and the moon has its shades and roundness, and this matter is difficult to complete." Thinking of the meaning of such a balance of life, his heart was naturally balanced. On the one hand, fate had given him a fortune beyond the reach of others, and on the other hand, it had given him a punishment that was so shocking in contrast. He figured out that punishment can be turned into reward, and that what is needed to bridge the gap between the two is the balancing power of life. He left so much of his money, not only to his two children, but also to build a park for the disabled in Istanbul, where all the equipment is specially designed for the disabled, even the rocking chairs on the playground have devices that allow the disabled to get up and down automatically without leaving their wheelchairs. He hopes to balance the less than desirable lives of more disabled people with what he can do to bring a new balance to his own less than desirable life.

　　That day, we went to visit the Sabancı Museum, which is named after him. The museum is built right on the shore of the Bosphorus, and it is really beautiful to view various famous paintings and the Quran inside, and to see the blue water, the fluttering seagulls and the lofty grandeur of the Bosphorus Bridge outside. It was originally his private residence, which he donated to be converted into a museum. The most interesting part of the museum is a display room where all the cartoons with Sabancı's head are hung. Mr. Sabancı invited Turkish cartoonists and asked them to draw as ugly as possible, the uglier the better, to make a room full of cartoons like this. Sometimes he came here to see the room of ugly cartoons that surrounded him and drew him, and he was so happy that he found here a balance that he did not have outside, surrounded by flowers or cameras and compliments, and he found here a joy that he did not have in the painful life given to him by his two disabled children. Mr. Sabancı really understands the vicissitudes of the world and the three things of life. He is really a wise old man who knows the true meaning of the art of balance.

　　Can we have such an unrestrained and elegant mind like his? Can we have his power of self-balance without shame and humiliation? If we have the same, our life will be as fulfilling and pleasant as Mr. Sabancı, and we will not forget the momentary gain and despair because of the momentary loss, we will train ourselves in the ups and downs of the world as Mr. Sabancı, and taste the meaning of life in the balance of life. The power of life balance is actually the power of our ordinary life, the needle of our trivial life.