The older I grow, the more I realize that many things can only be faced by myself. Whether it's sadness or joy, someone can accompany me, but no one will experience it for me. I have always wanted to be an optimistic and cheerful person, but my nature and acquired experience seem to be unable to meet this requirement. There are some things and thoughts that people are afraid of knowing, but also want people to know. Today's me thinks that yesterday's me did something wrong, and some of my ideas are too childish. Tomorrow's me will have the same perception when I think of today's me. But I am not yesterday, nor tomorrow, I am now. All my thoughts and emotions truly exist now. Maybe one day in the future, when I have nothing to do, I will read these self-pitying, unnecessary moaning, or childish remarks. I will be annoyed or smile indifferently, but I want to write it down. I want to describe the way in which my edges have not been smoothed out and my heart is still full of beautiful wishes. To me now and to me in the future, may you always have hope.