I was an ordinary carp in the market, thrown into a fish tank full of predators as feed. All my companions who came in with me became snacks for others. I was the only one who survived with a scar on my head.
Others say that the life of feed fish is to be eaten and can only float along the muddy water. But I don't recognize it. I didn't dare to grab meat, so I hid at the bottom of the tank and gnawed corn kernels. I didn't dare to fight head-on, so I learned to sow discord and take advantage of the situation to survive.
I grew from a small fish weighing a few pounds to a behemoth weighing dozens of kilograms. My diet changed from corn kernels to loaches, and then I dared to prey on other fish. This scar is not a shame, it is a medal for me to climb out of death.
Once I could only survive, now I am walking sideways in this tank. So what if you are from a lower class background? As long as your bones are hard enough, you can swim your way through the mud.
Intention: Even if you come from a humble background and are in a desperate situation, you can rely on your backbone and resilience to break the shackles of fate and live your own way.