Everyone is born crying. Being born into any particular family is not our choice. Life is like a crab, shedding its shell layer by layer. With every molt, its shell grows harder. It has eight legs, and it’s up to you which way you go. In a world where you can explore freely, you must take every first step on your own and calmly enjoy the journey. Only when you look back do you realize what was right and wrong, but by then it’s too late. Death is no more a matter of choice than birth. All you can do is accept it calmly. In the end, everything returns to dust.
