From a fifth-tier town to Beijing, I spent twenty years trying to answer the question "Why am I loved?"
It was Hong who said, "Come on, let's play black. We don't need to be even."
It was my mother who hugged me, not too hard.
It's the smell of Brother Wen, a place where you can dock.
My sensibility is not because I don't want it, but because I am afraid that I can't afford it if I want it.
I came out not because I was brave, but because I finally had the confidence to be rejected.
I grew up not because I became stronger, but because I learned to take the initiative in impermanence.
Those summers and boys left me not with answers, but with my willingness to keep reaching out.
Purpose: True maturity is not about gaining, but about being willing to be open after losing. Being willing to approach even though you know you might get hurt - this is the way to live.
