I sat in a room with only one person, pretending to wake up, and began to fantasize about my life. In my imagination, I was a generous person, I would be lavish on my friends, I would be condescending to strangers but put on a friendly smile, and sometimes my vulgar words would inexplicably impress the people who paid attention to me. I have forgotten the insults from the past, just like I have been holding on to the gift of luck since I was born. Just when I "possessed" these, the door of the room was opened, and I heard the reminder from life. I felt that I lost interest. After yelling, I had to move forward with emotion.
Intention: What do we discover on the way from now to the future?