This is not a "rising to the top" cool article, but a struggle to carve out light in the darkness. When he looked down at the city from the top floor of the city hall, the outline outlined by the neon lights hid countless souls like him who had struggled. He measured the grassroots dirt road with his patched leather shoes, and exchanged the scars of being punched and kicked for the glimmer of justice. He finally understood that the road to officialdom was never about rising power, but about the rebirth of his original intention in the mud.
