What are we searching for in life? Honor, love, money, power, vanity, eternity? After all the vicissitudes of life, I will seek the true answer through a headwind life rebuilt from the ground up. “He pushed open the door. Sunlight struck the earthen wall opposite, dazzling him so badly he could barely keep his eyes open. That wall was just like his life: straw, mud, broken stones, and branches, perhaps mixed with rice water and even urine and feces. Its smooth, rounded surface gleamed with a polished patina. In the sunlight, it even seemed to shine. But who could know that beneath that sheen lay nothing more than the petty struggles of everyday life...”
