How can we live our lives with hope?
I am a tiger in the forest, a fish in the sea, and a bird in the sky. I am in the jungle, in the ocean, and in the blue sky. But one day I discovered that these places were neither shelter nor waiting, but shackles and thorns. I can no longer ride away from these places, I can only wait silently for death. I was born here, imprisoned here, buried here, and will die here.
Not strong, not fragile. Don't indulge or struggle.
Since then, I have become more withdrawn and rebellious. I still hate what I used to hate, and I also start to hate what I used to like. I have no hobbies or joys.
Struggle is different from hard work, you know?
A path is indeed decided by yourself when you first set foot on it, but as you walk on it, you can no longer control it.
Sometimes, you have to lower your head when you should, and you still have to lower your head when you should raise your head, hehe.
Being too optimistic is a disease, a mental illness.
People live for nothing else but to give themselves an explanation.