"Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler."
When you are young, you dare to make a desperate move, often not because of deep love, but because of ignorance and fearlessness. When people reach middle age, even if they escape greasiness, they cannot escape selfishness and exhaustion. Halfway through the journey, both ends were nowhere to be seen.
Love, companionship, understanding, recognition, we try to grasp every quicksand at our fingertips. But we ourselves are just a tiny speck of dust in the universe.
Life has no purpose and no ending. Love is not anyone's lifeline, it is just a light. In the light, we see each other clearly and choose to accept the truth or not.
Maybe walking itself is the meaning of travel.
The birth of this article is especially grateful to two people. I want to keep the promise I made when I started the update and express my thanks here.
The wall immediately. You said many years ago that if you can lose one word in your writing, remember not to add one more word. During the later years when I didn't write, I always remembered these words. Although I ask myself that I haven't done it yet, thank you for teaching me how people should treat the things that are dear to their hearts.
Return by the wind. Thank you for being the reason why I started writing again after such a long time. If you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions.
I'm currently working on a new article, and I'll post it once I've written the beginning. That's it, goodbye.
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