What is your dream?
There are always dreams of one kind or another, splendid and bright, but they are always ruthlessly stifled; or maybe they have really been pursued, step by step, but drifted further and further away on a road full of divergences, or they have gone in the opposite direction.
I once believed that I was the brightest one, but my confidence and persistence in my youth gradually disappeared amid repeated doubts and denials, along with those original dreams. I rushed through the most beautiful years, and then asked myself on a silent night, what is wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
Dreams are so beautiful, so worthy of pursuit, and so unrealistic, but they are still reluctant to be forgotten.
——For young wanderers like me.