Life seems to be one reincarnation after another. When you come, you are naked, and when you leave, you can take nothing with you. When you are a child, your parents worry about you, and when you become a parent, you worry about your children. When you are a child, you hope that you will grow up quickly and be independent. When you grow up, you always miss the carefree time before. Days pass by, but most people find that except for themselves getting older, the rest seems to have not changed. Life seems to be repeating itself. Today repeats yesterday, and tomorrow repeats today. Just like a wheel, after rolling one circle, it keeps repeating the next circle. All this makes our lives seem like we are constantly wandering, never reaching the other shore in our minds. But is it really so? Great men create history, and ordinary people drive history. You and I are both mortal, but the wheels of history are driven by us.
