Someone once said to me... You must be brave enough to pursue your goals, and you must persevere.
I did.
But bravery and persistence did not bring me much happiness. Instead, I lost more and more.
Every time I gritted my teeth and tried to believe again, I was met with a bigger blow without exception.
Seeing that I almost have nothing left, my heart hurts so much, but I am still being pulled forward to keep going...
If, if there was an afterlife, I would choose to refuse it from the beginning.
But can "fate" really be escaped?