What is the most important thing in a person's life?

What is the most important thing in a person's life?

When I was three years old, I tightly held onto the lollipop in my hand, firmly believing that it was the most important.

When I was five years old, I spent an entire afternoon catching that dragonfly?, At that moment, it seemed to be the most important.

When I was seven years old, I looked at the certificate in my desk mate's hand with envy and a little bit of jealousy, thinking that perhaps it was the most important.

When I was nine years old, lying under the shade of a tree with the sun dappled wine on my face, a leisurely summer vacation was so important to me.

At the age of thirteen, I realized that the admission letter from the Key High School Center was very important to my life.

At the age of sixteen, sitting in the classroom with a gentle breeze passing through, staring at the girl's ponytail in the front row, I suddenly felt that it was not bad to keep going like this.

At the age of eighteen, I studied day and night, praying to God and Buddha, just for a college admission letter.

At the age of 22, bidding farewell to campus and naively stepping into the so-called society, a job became the most important thing again.

At the age of twenty-four, my wedding was held and I looked at the guests and my bride. Of course, she was not the same girl I was when I was sixteen, and I felt a little regretful in my heart. However, at that moment, she became the most important person to me.

At the age of 215, my friends and I were pushing cups and changing lids, bragging and farting. At an age where we were not familiar with the world, we only felt that face was the most important thing.

At the age of 26, I anxiously waited outside the delivery room, tears breaking the tranquility. I knew something even more important was coming.

At the age of 33, struggling with mortgage and car loans, I felt that money was too important.

At the age of 38, my father, who had been tough all his life, began to seek my opinion. At that moment, I suddenly realized that he was finally getting old.

When I was 38 years old, my mother never scolded me again. Instead, she kept nagging and being cautious. I knew she would also grow old.

At the age of 38 again, my son no longer clings to me and has his own companion's life. I know that for the rest of his life, he will only keep staying away from me.

That year, I suddenly realized that perhaps time is the most important thing in this world.

At the age of forty, looking at the messy medical examination reports, I realized that I never felt important.

At the age of forty-five, I spent half my life aimlessly. While fishing at my workstation with a beer belly, I recalled my childhood dreams and never felt that dreams were so important.

At the age of fifty, watching my son and a decent girl enter the marriage hall. I squinted my eyes at my son on stage, wondering if the bride was the girl he fell in love with when he was sixteen years old. But I still believe that my son's happiness is more important than mine.

At the age of fifty-five, I was panting and following my grandson's butt, afraid that he would fall. At that moment, I never gave my grandson great hope. His safety and happiness were the most important things.

At the age of sixty, I buried my parents together, and as I grew older, I opened up to many things. I didn't shed tears, but felt that my father's scolding and mother's nagging were extremely important at that moment.

At the age of seventy, my wife finally took the lead. My son and daughter-in-law were successful in their careers, and my grandson was studying at a university in another city. I could only wander aimlessly on the streets, inexplicably feeling that my wife was much more important than the old lady dancing in the square.

When I was seventy-five years old, in the hospital, the doctor asked me to go out and leave my son alone. I understood that time was running out, so I took the opportunity to call my grandson. I wanted to tell him that if you fell in love with a girl when you were sixteen, you must hold her tightly, just like holding a lollipop in your hand when you were three years old. After thinking about it, I felt a bit disrespectful to the elderly. When the phone was connected, I only said, 'Grandpa misses you, come and see me when you have time.' The doctor said, 'I don't have any big problems.' I smiled and told the doctor that life is not a big problem, and in fact, living a good life is the most important thing.

When I was 76 years old, my grandson came back to see me, and he felt a little uncomfortable seeing me struggling. My son and daughter-in-law were standing by the bed, crying uncontrollably. I didn't have any extra energy to think about what was most important about aging. I just wanted to simplify my affairs. My son and daughter-in-law were also quite young and couldn't bear it. My grandson had just participated in the Q competition and it was not good to ask for leave, so don't leave a bad impression on the leaders.

Just as I was thinking about it, a gust of wind blew from somewhere and caught my eye. I opened my eyes and saw my parents holding hands, with my most familiar smile on their faces. They were all young, and they opened their arms to signal me to hug them. I missed them so much, so I jumped out of bed without hesitation and ran towards them. As I ran, I turned into someone who was sixty, fifty, forty, thirty, until I turned into someone who was three years old. They could finally pick me up again. I nodded at them, and they also smiled and nodded, turning around and leaving with me. I looked back at my son, daughter-in-law, and grandson, who were holding me at the age of 76 and crying loudly. Although they were reluctant to part ways, it didn't matter. I knew they could still live well.

So, what is the most important? Everything is important, but it's not necessary.

Because you once believed that the most important thing was always the day of loss, and regret is always the norm in life.