When I was young, I always thought that it didn't matter if I was a little willful. As long as I lived my life according to my own wishes, my life would not be in vain. But as you grow older, you finally understand that some lovers will deceive you, some relatives will betray you, and some friends will kill you. So some people choose to be appointed, and some people choose to change their destiny. Continuing along the path that you think you have no choice in, whether it is right or wrong. In the end, when I look back, I see that the person who was once loyal to love, protective of family members, and willing to help friends has become the kind of person I despised at the beginning. Selfishness, entitlement, not knowing how to cherish. If I had to start over, I don't know if I can go well.