I always thought that I would be good, that I was unique, and that my future would be bright. Unknowingly, I had reached middle age, but I still believed in the future. But what really happened made me sigh that life is like a drama. Is this life? It's plain, but it has waves. After walking through today, I realize that I am much later than others. I live my life hurriedly and seriously without any goal every day, wasting precious time but thinking that I am serious, and now I slowly start to reflect on it. I hope that as a senior who has lived through 40 years of life, he can tell 20-year-old young people how to spend their lives?