Life is uneventful, like a pool of stagnant water. Beneath the calm surface, there are rapids, and I feel a little anxious inside. It seems that most of the time, only words can make me feel my existence. The days of graduate school are a little busy, but at least I have a start, and I have the motivation to continue writing.
Intention: This is the first article, a short essay on life, let's take a look at it for now.