The instinct of life is to survive. What remains after youth is irrigated with knowledge is your instinct to be alone in this world.
I was so helpless that I forgot the dream I had at the beginning, and then only left the original ideal behind me to learn to live.
It has nothing to do with family ties or abilities. I am so hopeless that I can only look up at the blue sky, block the dazzling sunshine, continue to straighten the corners of my clothes that are wrinkled by the car, and continue to live in defeat.
Suddenly I walked quickly for a long time, forgetting where I should go, what intersection I should pass, and what I should leave behind. Life is barren at this moment.