The More Colorful, the Harder to Tell Apart; the More Shameless, the More Harmonious

Failed the grad school entrance exam? Fine, I’ll get a job.

Got sick of work? Fine, I’ll go back to my hometown.

You only live for a few decades, so you might as well do whatever makes you happy.

When my mom found out, she said, “As someone who’s been through it, let me tell you, young person: if you live like this now, when you’re old, you’ll realize you basically have no regrets.”