When I was in high school at the age of 16, a girl who looked like a boy in an unfamiliar class caught my attention. She had excellent grades, was unrestrained and rebellious, which almost set the tone for my high school life. It was also that year, under the spotlight on the stage, there was a boy with a handsome and shining face, who led me into the quagmire called "love".
What are the facts that I have been thinking about in my young and immature mind all day long? Which ones are fantasies? In the process of facts colliding one by one and fantasies being shattered one by one, we have nowhere to escape and grow up in embarrassment.
Purpose: Growth never happens quietly. When it happens, those struggles and gains, joy and open-mindedness are bright and lively, but the fear, inferiority and embarrassment on the dark side are equally noisy and profound.