Be rigorous, but not overly formal.

 　　People need to be meticulous.

　　When going out, one must dress appropriately; when handling affairs, one must be serious and thorough; when interacting with others, one must maintain a proper balance, demonstrating politeness and decorum; even when writing, one should be rigorous, concise, and methodical. This is what is meant by meticulousness. Meticulousness is a standard for being a person and doing things, a manifestation of discipline. Meticulousness is like a heavy door slightly ajar, a tightly locked window gently opened. Meticulousness brings a sense of stability, steadiness, and reliability.

　　However, everything has its limits; excessive meticulousness becomes undue restraint. Restraint is like a young wife in a wealthy family or a maid in a prestigious mansion, always afraid to speak loudly, breathe deeply, or take large steps, feeling helpless and restless. Restraint brings inferiority, timidity, panic, and constraint; a suffocating feeling in the oppressive atmosphere, like a roadblock hindering success.

　　Meticulousness often goes hand in hand with meticulousness and is born from thoroughness. A meticulous person is flawless and leaves no room for attack because of their meticulousness; restraint, on the other hand, is often associated with unease and subservience. Restraint makes a person dull, devoid of flexibility and quick wit; the precious spark of thought is extinguished by restraint, and vitality is turned into lethargy.

　　Meticulousness is constraint, restraint is shackles. Straightening one's clothes is meticulousness, but taking a step forward is not. People need meticulousness, to look in the mirror and examine themselves, but they don't need to be restrained; they should be bold and adventurous. Only by embracing a meticulous attitude, letting go of inhibitions, and acting without restraint can one truly accomplish things and achieve something.

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