A person's growth always carries a two-sided thorn, one end pierces the people around him. The closer he is, the easier he is to be hurt. On the one hand, it stabs oneself, turning into growing pains and confusion.
We often cannot choose the environment we live in. The only thing we can do is adapt or change: However, when one day we calm down and lose our impetuousness, we suddenly find that adapting has lost our original self, the environment has not changed, and we have become unrecognizable. Looking in the mirror, we can only ask stupidly, "Who is this person? It seems that I have known him before!"
When we were young, we were taught to have ideals and ambitions, but as we grow up, we are faced with many practical problems that make us helpless. Sometimes I want to escape, but the more I escape, the more I am bound by the shackles of fate. It makes people sigh, the ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny! Time and reality have made us children without aspirations. Are we wrong, or is society wrong?