We were all young, naive, and had dreams. But you don't expect all your dreams to come true, because there is reality weaving for you and making decisions for you. Finally you choose the trend realistically. Those dreams are still sprouting, just waiting for the opportunity...
Many years later, when I look back, I can't help but wonder, if I hadn't gotten lost, would there have been no encounters? Is the pain gone by the way? However, the world has forgotten to help me create what-ifs, so that I can slide by inertia. Is this the so-called survival of the fittest?