I don't know how these years have passed, and I didn't seem to have time to react. In the blink of an eye, I have already reached thirty-seven years old. In less than twenty days, I will arrive in 2018. In two years, I will be forty years old.
God, when I think about being forty years old soon, I wonder where the fuck has the time gone? Before I had time to reflect on it, I was already getting old.
It is said that everyone will have a mid-life crisis. I don't know what other people's mid-life crises are? Maybe it's money, maybe career, or fame, but I think no matter what, no matter how successful or failed a person is, in middle age, the helplessness about the loss of youth and life should be the same.
Looking at myself in the mirror, who is completely different from what I was when I was in college, I always think, how can I summarize this youth that has passed like water?
I think I can only use words to recall my past thirty years, but when should I start? Every day in the past seems to be very precious, so let me start writing from the day I remember it.