Live to Tell

Life is not the days we live, but the days we remember, the days we relive in our memories for the sake of telling. "Next month, I will be twenty-three years old. I have just dropped out of law school. I spend all my time reading and memorizing poetry. I smoke sixty low-quality cigarettes every day without hesitation, and write daily columns to earn a salary that is better than nothing. When it gets dark, I just spend the night anywhere. My future is dark, and my life is a mess... My life is full of traps, excuses, and illusions, and I have to try my best to avoid countless temptations: It seems that I can do anything, but I can't be a writer." García Márquez was also poor, confused, and lacked courage, just like every young man who stumbles on the road to his dreams. Faced with the problems that life throws at him, his answer is: life. Even if you reach a desperate situation and lose your patience, you must always maintain a sense of humor. He wrote "One Hundred Years of Solitude" at the age of forty. At the age of fifty-five, he won the Nobel Prize for Literature.