[It's either a mindless and cool article, it's a story about a man who is almost thirty years old, who was repeatedly ravaged by life, and finally escaped from life]
A crappy life, coupled with a crappy author, has never thought about a big fire, just to leave something behind in a life that accomplishes nothing.
What does it mean to start over? Is it to start again over time and wear away the previous edges and corners, or is it to pretend to be the past and accept yourself first, and then try to accept others.
In the huge wheel of time, the turbulent past will always be like a thorn stuck in your throat, unable to swallow or spit out, like a nightmare in the middle of the night, but it makes people more and more obsessed.
Have you ever felt that wine is the greatest medicine in the world? Some people use it to celebrate rebirth from the ashes, and some people use it to share a rotten life.
So if someone asks you at thirty years old: "Do you still believe in fate? Are you still willing to be firm?"
Maybe life sucks and relationships are difficult, but there are always people who are willing to mend things.
Life is like this. When a rose blooms in the desert, the whole world will praise its beauty. Who will dig out the process of growth?
Even I, in the short sunshine, chose to experience the baptism of time again.
